The Hooves And The Tuskes _ Tragic Versions

Long before the wolves came, the forest was a place of songs. The River sang as it danced over stones, the trees whispered in the wind, and every creature—small or great—found its place in the harmony of life.But seasons changed, as seasons always do. The River shrank, its banks cracked with thirst. Berries grew scarce, roots turned bitter, and the once-lively meadows fell silent. Hunger crept into the forest like a shadow—soft at first, then heavier, until it lay across every den and burrow.It was then that the wolves came................................. Read more