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07-08-2012, 01:04 AM
It is almost as if the woods hear her cry. The wind picks up and dried leaves rattle ominously on the branches above her head. At October's hooves, the leaves that have fallen from the trees begin to shake. They rise from the ground, rustling harshly as they become animated. Another gust of wind lifts the leaves completely and they meld together, taking on the shape of a wolf.
It stands proudly before the jack-o-lantern mare, staring her down. Suddenly it tilts its head back as if howling, but there is no sound aside from the continuous rustling. The wolf's head lowers and it stares at the mare before it is blown apart. The dry, brittle leaves hit October before crumbling and falling to the ground. Among the ruckus there is the faint sound of a howl.
