Deep in an unexplored enchanted forest, there are beings never seen. Among the faeries of various sizes are animals that are amazing to behold. Although they do not have the faerie wings, as they walk or fly, faerie dust drifts behind in shimmering clouds. These enchanted creatures are the most visually appealing of their kind and have the usual faerie glow. Their eyes are bright like stars, their coats and feathers glimmer.
Walking among these spectacular examples of magickal life is a woman of unimaginable beauty. The woman is a faerie, taller than the rest, Native American in appearance and dress, obviously their queen with her regal manner. She has black hair trailing down her back in shimmering waves, shining blue under the sheen of gold and silver faerie dust. She appears as if the Sun were her lover who could not bear to leave her so left behind a few sunbeams to shine within.
By her side walks an animal of painful beauty. His head is near her waist, and she is quite tall. You can see his muscles ripple beneath his thick faerie fur. The simple grace of his every move would thaw the coldest of hearts. Every hair in his luxurious coat seems alive with sparkle. He, too, carries the gift of sunbeams within his being. If he were to look into your eyes with the golden stars that were his own eyes, it would be as if time stood still. He can read your soul with those eyes and break your heart with his sadness if your soul were found un-pure. Be awe struck, my friend, for you have been given a glimpse of the
Faerie Wolf
