Whistle of the Wind

The night was calm as the moon glowed, behind the faint clouds present. There was two hearts beating underneath the lonely sky as the stars slept tonight. His dark blue eyes were focused on the lake across the wolf and he, where the moon reflected upon it. The air was warm even with the whistle of the wind ever so often; his fingers could feel it gently blow through the salt & pepper coat of his companion.

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