Literature
The Deer of Wolves
Part I: The Fawn
I sat looking to the stars in pure wonder as I sat on that cliff. It was a clear night and you could see the galaxies along the horizon. I was there only to think. Well, actually more to curse. To curse the day and the night. The creatures of the land and air. To curse whatever crossed my mind. This was quite unusual for me though. I'm generally a very kindly and homely wolf, why would I, of all the wolves of the pack, have anything to curse for? Well, if you understood what happened earlier that day, you would know why I cursed, but that story will come in due time.
After hours it seemed of cursing, I gat