[ WP ] `` The tree looked like it was made of wolves . ''

The tree looked like it was made of wolves, the moon like it was made of ghoulish marble. The wind danced around her as if it were a soul-hungry apparition. The night held its youth as she held the youth of her sister. The spark of life twitched and flailed against her clenched fist in fervor and fear. She squeezed harder and its fight faltered slightly. 
 
 Her eyes followed its movements a moment before they drifted back to the tree and its pack. Her brows furrowed as she took in the details of its grain. The bared fangs of the beasts in the wood nearly shimmered in the milk white of moonbeams. Their tails were held high, alert, ready. Etched into the tree was each tendon and muscle of the mighty pack. 
 
 She smiled and matched their toothy display. Her hand moved up to match the height of their tails and her eyes met the gaze of each wooden canine before her. Her smile broadened before she spoke. 
 
 Flame erupted from the ethereal prisoner within her palm and its flailing began once more at the incantation. Her grip tightened and she watched the tree with an intense gaze. The fiery blast landed on the front wolf with its muzzle swiftly engulfed in the blaze. 
 
 She turned from the fire as it devoured its newly discovered prey. The crackle and heat of it reached toward her as she slipped into the veil of night. She wanted to chuckle, guffaw, and grin in triumph. She steeled herself and readied another incantation in case the fire were to cease. 
 
 Moments passed and the heat remained unyielding. She let her smile return and sped up her pace with her spell ready at the tip of her tongue. 
 Her blue eyes met the gold of a wolf before her. She presumed the shadowy figure had slipped out from the fog in the plant ’ s defense. 
 
 “ You ’ re swift and sneaky, but all too late, ” she called to the beast. Its unfaltering gaze was response enough. She nodded and spoke again. The single spell leapt from her tongue then her palm. 
 
 Her tone was nearly sultry and seductive as she spoke it yet its malice flowed freely toward the furred creature. 
 
 * “ Burn. ” *
