Under the Same Moon
She runs through the forest, her shoes crunch underfoot along the trail, her dog's tail whooshing rhythmically through the air, bounding alongside. Mountain vistas unfold, raw and sweeping. An osprey circles above, casting brief shadows across the kaleidoscope of wildflowers—lupines with spikes of indigo and soft pinks, fiery orange poppies dancing in the breeze, and bear grass waving its white tufts proudly. She draws deep, pine-scented breaths with every step forward.
Such freedom, and such wildness. It’s a wonder she doesn’t quit her day job to spend every waking moment here, instead.
They traveled together, these two, wolf and woman. From the mundane to the magical, honoring a bond that transcended human connection.
Years later, the woman still howls at every full moon. She still cries herself to sleep. Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
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