Darkness. I sat at the table with only a small candle lit, waiting for the wolves. The only smells that existed were the scent of sweet lemon and curiosity. What does it feel like to be patient? The only night I knew was one of impatience and wonder. What will they do when they arrive? What will I do? The moon showed down at me and the stars... well they didn't seem to dance like they used to.. nights before. And before that. But I liked it this way. As I sat there just wondering when they'd appear with their grey fur and bright viscous eyes, they did. Howling at my door, stood two lonely wolves....