Lili White on Snow
A few minutes later a lone wolf howled on the hill from the shadows of sunlight. A strange mournful sound. An unusual call. Rarely given. Rarely heard. Three times he called. And then there was silence.
Lili White on Rocks
Kavi her mate said no more. So passes Lili into the deepest, darkest night.
Outdoors: 72°F/50°F Sunny
Tiny Cottage: 66°F/62°F
Daily Spark: Life begets death.