Spring days had always been the most beautiful in the mountains.A twelve year old girl with long curly blond hair sat in the middle of an open meadow and played quietly. Her cheerful angelic face gleamed as she picked the small lavender colored flowers from between the deep green blades of grass.The cotton lace hem of the petticoat she wore hung low under the bluish grey dress which spread around her. The dress was not fancy, and indicated she didn’t come from a wealthy family.A playful breeze stirred around her, tossing the soft blond curls around her head. Her pink lips pursed together and she pulled the stray strands away from her face. Her gaze drifted up towards the edge of the meadow where she noticed a large animal approaching her.The girl didn’t feel fear as she stared in amazement at the size of the black wolf, larger than most of the grey wolves she had seen. She remained calm and curious as the wolf moved slowly toward her. There was no threat, as she could see. It appeared the wolf was as curious about her as she was him.The wolf stood in front of the child, its height towered over her.
