Gobi Desert Fiction Story
Forever Young in the Moonlight
Internation Christian Quality Music Secondary and Primary School,
Madeline Chung, Non-Fiction: Group 3
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he preoccupied black wolf watched in awe as the majestic she-wolf stalked by him. First
he saw her long front legs and beautifully shaped paws. Next, he admired her adoring
motherly muzzle. To the black wolf, she was the only one on the planet and didn’t notice
her tail flicking his face while she teased him.
It was love at first sight, a fairytale above any other fairytale. But there was a problem; the
white wolf couldn’t be confined with the Nomadic People like the rest of the working wolves. She
needed freedom and space. So for love, the black wolf decided to leave.
The landscape never looked so different and empty to the Nomadic People. Their beloved alpha
wolf was leaving them and never coming back. Together with the white wolf, the black alpha
bounded into the fading salmon pink sunset.
The two clashed and matched perfectly, they were two halves of a whole, they were shadows
and light, and they were side by side in love, leaving to start a pack of their own.
The Nomads watched the heart-warming scene with smiles on their faces, and then returned
to their ever-changing lives.
Ranger Ron silently watched as the two wolves struggled for life. They looked bone thin and
the ranger could see their ribs through their thin layers of skin and fur.
They traveled across the sandy dunes like a pack of wolves, not slowing for each other and
staying close to put others’ lives above their own. Well, they did until the black wolf collapsed.
With the love larger than our sun, the white she-wolf curled tightly next to the body of her
unresponsive mate. She nudged his muzzle with her own, trying to wake him. He didn’t budge an
inch because he was already gone.
When the white wolf realized she had to give up and that her mate was gone, her whole body
shook raggedly with every uneven breath she took. When the ranger lifted the alpha onto his
shoulder, the white wolf’s protests were loud but weak, like her health.
When the party of two plus dead weight approached the cabin stationed beside a small oasis
in the hot desert, Ranger Ron dropped the heavy black corpse to the ground and groaned in relief.
Then he sauntered into his empty cabin while stretching his back.
The white wolf licked her dead mate’s ears then gracefully stepped into the ranger’s cozy
cabin. The ranger watched her with wary and practiced eyes. When the she-wolf’s eyes met his,
there was no fear, just understanding.
They fell asleep together on Ron’s comfortable couch. Her head was in his lap, and they were
the image of contentment.
When the stars shone at their brightest, the she-wolf started to twitch in her peaceful sleep.
She was taken by a dream. Her proud mate was alive and well and she was looking at him with
all the love in the world. Then, the black wolf slowly fell to his death and all the she-wolf could
see were the tears spilling out of her blue eyes. She tipped her head back and howled, filling the
nightmare with her own grieving cry.
