The bright, full moon lit up against the dark, night sky. The small village asleep, save for two lovers, they were out to meet each other. A ginger wolf slowly trotted towards the lone willow on the hill, who was quickly followed by a grey wolf. The two arrived at the tree in silence, just sitting beside one another, basking in the others body heat.
A few, silent minutes past slowly. The call of a nocturnal bird was heard in the distance. Still the two sat there, leaning on each other, enjoying the silence.
“We can’t keep doing this, my dearest.” The female grey wolf whispered softly, a sad smile forming on her muzzle. In response, the ginger male scoffed.
“But we can, Dia!” He insisted, “Think of it! We could run away, start our own kingdom!” He pawed at the dirt, a faint glint in his eye. Dia chuckled at him.
“You’re an ambitious one, Heskur. Yet you know we can’t. I can’t. I would never be able to leave Gem!” Her faint voice said, loud against the quiet night.
“She’d forgive you!” Heskur argued.
“She’s my sister.” Dia growled. ‘And she’d never see me again...’ Dia thought glumly.
The male wolf sighed. “Stubborn, just like her too.” He muttered. Dia looked out over the small village, the windows showed no life and yet the streets were lit up from the lamps. It still looked empty - dead, abandoned even.
The village its self was set in a large field. Paddocks surrounded it from everyside, which held cattle and sheep, a long, dirt road wound itself over the hills and into the town, the main route towards trade posts and markets. Each little house was a wooden cottage, and each had their own flair added to them.
It was truely a sight to see. Weather it be night or day, summer or winter.
The two nuzzled into each other as dawn came around before parting.
Dia headed left, towards her mothers cottage.
Heskur headed right, towards his fathers barracks.
The two would continue to meet, despite the uncoutntable years of sworn hate between one family to another.
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