The dark crow…it hovers over it’s pray for hours, the lone loup run’s try’s to escape it’s grasp. The loup looks up; he keeps running, the corbeau, corneille comes down trying to attack him but misses. The loup pants as he runs, he comes to the edge of a cliff, stuck, stranded; he looks down. The corbeau, corneille coming towards him, not knowing what to do he stands there, the corbeau, corneille comes down swiped him, he ducked to avoid; the huge bird flew around him and went back to attack, he hits the loup as he falls down the cliff into the water; secondes later he woke up panting hard.
“It was a dream? He sighed, the...
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