Father's Love
The forest, the quiet song of the crickets and slight breeze in the treetops; nothing mattered to the alpha more than the sight along his arrow. His silver fur brushed against his cheek as the shaft was pulled taut. The feral deer...
The forest, the quiet song of the crickets and slight breeze in the treetops; nothing mattered to the alpha more than the sight along his arrow. His silver fur brushed against his cheek as the shaft was pulled taut. The feral deer...