Moonlight

The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, its silver light cascading through the dense canopy of trees, casting ethereal patterns on the forest floor. Shadows danced like specters, flickering across the moss-covered ground with each sway of the towering branches. The cool night air carried the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, mingling with the faint trace of wildflowers blooming under the moon's gentle gaze.

A flash of crimson streaked through the woods, vibrant and untamed, a blur against the dark greens and browns of the forest. The red wolf moved with effortless grace, her sleek fur gleaming under the moonlight, each muscle rippling beneath as she darted between ancient oaks and tangled undergrowth. Her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief, reflecting both the moon's glow and the exhilaration of the chase. Her tail flicked playfully, a beacon of defiance as she dared her pursuer to catch her.