by divine-design

A Faery Tale for Imbolc

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Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

Luna Hare was cold. His cream-coloured fur glistened with frost under the crystal white Snow Moon, and his long, silky ears pricked as he heard echoing to him, across the pitch black night, the chilling howl of Wolf. He was stone cold petrified.

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