Swirl after swirl, her hand was moving, and she couldn’t comprehend what she was putting down.

On the piece of paper, paint of different shades covered her whole body.

Body movements were less, for she was in a trance, yet the canvas was filled.

filled with different colors, and she was amazed that the outcome looked promising.

promising it was as she came out of the reverie and looked down at the canvas.

The canvas held the most beautiful colors that had blended into an exquisite form.

Forming nothing like she’s ever seen before, in front of her eyes stood a wolf.

a wolf with different eye colors, and at that moment she came to terms 

Coming to terms with the fact that she was a fighter, she pushed down all her jumbled emotions.

emotions clouded her judgment, and she stood proudly with her head held high.

set to the fact that no one will put her down anymore, no matter what, for she was a lone wolf.