Sample of work by Ally Stoyel
The snow-covered, faded mountains peek through the smoky fog. The white, fluffy clouds bear down on the misty mountain top. The silver, merciless, never-ending waters, sitting still, beckoning.
Watching. Listening. His eyes sharp, ready to seek his prey.
The white trees litter the hidden ground, which marks where he’s travelled, and the wintery wind glistens with diamond-like ice, whipping through the frozen branches and disturbing the grey fur that cloaks him.
He hunts, unperturbed by the two-legged predators who rest nearby, trespassing on his domain. He hunts because he is the king, the chief, the alpha. Because above all, he will follow his calling. Above all, he will protect his pack.
He is a thing of legend. A worshipped beast that transcends his body, existing also in spirit. He answers to nothing but the deep, ingrained cry of his ancestors, but within his piercing eyes, the deepest amber which were once as blue as the daylight sky, he holds the knowledge of this world and the next.
His ears turn at the slightest of sounds. Danger.
Tipping his head back and turning his snout towards the sky, he howls at the January moon. His moon. Because above all, he will follow his calling. Above all, he will protect his pack.