Drooping Willows darks and lights

@Emmaline

Seventeen trotted through the willows. They were quite beautiful, reaching high above her. The wonders of nature never ceased to (secretly) amaze her. She'd never let anyone see that she had emotions though. Her feelings was caged. She always feared the day when they would escape, just as she had, to yank her away from the path of fighting and hating that was second nature to her. And she didn't want to love wrong, which seemed pretty likely given her inexperience. Her adoptive mother taught her the dangers of loving.

The scent of a wolf piqued her interest. Looking around, she spotted her. "Hey," she said, sauntering up to her.

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