by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Commander Annie and Other Adventures, November 2023
The trunks of the trees stretched up toward a sky blocked out by clusters and clumps of orange and red autumnal leaves. The trunks were smooth, black, regular. Minutus loped between them, slaloming through the woods on long legs, bushy with her burgeoning winter coat. She was alone. She’d been alone since her latest litter had grown into full-coated, long-legged adult wolves of their own. With their own lives. Continue reading “The Soul of the Forest”