Wolves
Pale morning light spills gently over the quiet manor. Thin mist hovers above the grassy yard, drifting past old oak trees. Soft golden sunlight scatters through leaves, painting speckles across the stone courtyard. A cool breeze carries smells of fresh dew and blooming flowers. The huge black wolf lies peacefully curled on the terrace. Her golden eyes half close as she rests her head on her paws, calm and still, quietly watching the manor wake slowly into the peaceful day.