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The Call
Her deep green eyes stared into the fire as it seemed to liquidate and spill over the roof of the burning building. Satisfied with the sight she turned from her grassy cliff and trotted off into the dark park as the 911 response started to show. The moonlight shimmered on her black fur, spilling off like water. Soft dew covered grass tickled the pads of her paws. Fireflies danced through the air in the early fall night as the early cold nipped her into alertness in the calm night. She shook, her coat feeling satisfyingly heavy she began to run, night friskiness making her smile. Smoothly she ran, stretching her bones, keeping the silk feeling in her muscles close. Joy filled her heart as she jumped easily onto a backless park bench and off again barely landing. Putting on another burst of speed she ran to another cliff and stopped short. Ears forward alert, eyes bright with joy. A shadow against the moon she howled. Hearing it echo off the town, and valley filled her heart even more. Then another howl echoed through the valley and she smiled even brighter as she heard her mate across the town. Now she had to make it across, to answer the call.
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Hmmm. Hm, hm, hmm. I like the idea, really.
What is the significance of the fire? Is it a necessary element? If so, maybe your writing should explain its significance a little more.
Umm. Can wolves smile? It's up to you, y'know, but I'm not sure they do smile...
I said this in my comment on Scars of the Tiger, and I'll say it again: Commas! You need to know when to, and when not to, use them.
Your descriptions are wonderful, but you can certainly describe your setting even more. But I do love the descriptions that you do have. They pull a person in, and they make a person see what joy must go into your writing.
Magnificent idea. Build on it, build on it, and keep on building. It has amazing potential. :D
I just keep thinking ... I want to know more!
I wish we would have gotten more background. You have a great way with stories , and your grammar and spelling are very good.
Please , keep it up!