He laid in the openness of the serene area, sleeping under the willow tree that leaned over its pond.

The wolf, placed delicately on the green grass under the protection of the grand willow tree, danced in the land of slumbering dreams. The wind, being so light and apparent to the touch, blew the lazy branches that grazed the very surface of the crystal water. The liquid, clearer than transparency, raced the jump and fall onto the sandy bank surrounding it, enclosing the mass of fallen rain. Spare drops sprayed themselves up over the land, finding their way on the surfing breeze and landing onto the thick pelt of a female predator. The resting wolf raised her head at a familiar scent of another, a male she had adored for so long. Sapphire eyes fluttered to the world beyond and there he stood. A chiseled muzzle reached out in front of solid emerald orbs, making a pathway to the beautiful soul within the green orbs.