It was pitch black. The darkness seemed to be suffocating me, wrapping its blanket around me. You could not see your own hands in front of your face. I felt scared. It seemed like the nothingness wanted to swallow me whole. I did not dare open my mouth or make a sound.
I just stared up at the sky, waiting for the darkness to go away for someone or something to save me from this paralyzing gloom. Eventually, a light appeared just as I was starting to lose all hope. The light was the moon. Its silvery glow was illuminating the forest around me just enough to see the trees. It cast a soft light on me, and everything seemed to melt away. The moon was so big, so bright. It just seemed so perfect, so magical.
The stars were out too. Each twinkling softly. I watched the stars. Some of them flickered; others never faltered—some shot across the sky like a painter slashing their paintbrush over a fresh canvas. There were ones bigger and brighter and others that disappeared. It felt so peaceful, so calming.
My eyes started to get heavy as the twinkling stars lured me to a gentle sleep. Something moved to my right before I passed out. My eyes opened slowly, not wanting to sleep when something was out there.
A white shape moved over me, staring down at my tiny body. It had fur the color of the moon; a breathtaking white with a silver tint to it. Its crystal blue eyes pierced my soul. It was like the wolf could read my mind. I felt like I would never be able to hide anything from it. The wolf had a long pink scar running over its right eye. It was big and seemed to be fresh.
I reached up with my little chubby hands touching the silver coat. The wolf’s ear violently twitched like it was batting away a fly.
The wolf bent its head down, touching its snout to my face. Its nose was soft and cold. I stroked its snout, staring up into those eyes of ice. The wolf licked me; its wet tongue was covering my face in slobber. A small giggle escapes from my mouth. The wolf opened its mouth, and I touched the razor-sharp canines. They were so smooth but extremely sharp and pointy.
Two other wolfs walked forward into my line of vision, their coats a bright silver and the same-colored eyes, but they did not have the same power lurking inside as the white wolf. They did not have the same predatory stare. I reached out my hands towards them, giggling, trying to reach them.
They looked at me with amazement, then trotted forwards cautiously. The two silver wolves sniffed me quickly then took a step back. Then they shifted on their paws then took a step forward, and licked me. I giggled, rubbing my noses against there’s. The three wolve’s heads were right beside me, sniffing and licking me.
My eyelids dropped as their warm body heat surrounded me. It was comfy and happy. I took one more look at the night sky then drifted off to sleep.