Mithiel sat at her master's step, her back arched and alert. There was a sent in the air, one that did not smell like the others. Her coat gleamed in the afternoon sun.
Mithiel let a low rumble of a growl roll through her throat deep and angry. Her master's son, a young handsome youth with fair yellow hair heard her growl.
"What is it girl?" He asked softly, "Something bothering you?"
Mithiel sat up and paced in front of her doorstep, snorting with anxieity. What was that scent? Then she saw it, a large wolf stood not far away from her. She could see its teeth glance of a stray sun ray. Mithiel let out a deeper growl. A wolf upon her territory? This would never do.
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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