B124 Black Wolf

The black wolf stood silently at the edge of the tree line, its dark fur blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the dense forest. With piercing golden eyes that glinted in the dappled sunlight, it surveyed its surroundings with a keen awareness. The tranquility of the woods was palpable, interrupted only by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. Every so often, the wolf's ears perked up, catching distant sounds that the untrained human ear would miss. It was a creature of grace and power, embodying the wilderness's untamed spirit. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting an orange hue across the horizon, the wolf remained vigilant, a silent guardian of its domain, perfectly at home in the whispers of the forest. It was a moment of raw beauty, a reminder of nature's wild heart.