Within the obscured depths of the rainforests, where trees touch the sky with their outspread branches all tangled up making foliage as thick as lambswool, even stars and the moon have a hard time peeking inside it. Only fireflies can illuminate your path. Don’t get too mesmerized by the beauty of luminous plants lest it becomes too late and you lose your way amidst the fog that appears during twilight and lasts till dawn.
New lives boom in one such rainforest. A white wolf cub laid there sleeping soundly, basking in the glory of the moonlight. It could be seen that the moon could not hide its enviousness for the moon continued to glance at it.
Upon feeling the presence of something bright over his eyelids, sleep could only wait as Cub yawned with his small mouth and opened his drowsy eyes, watching himself surrounded by a strange white light. The cub couldn't help but be curious and shift his gaze towards the moon, One look was all it took for the cub to be entranced by the moon as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. As the cub's mother was feeding the other cubs, the white cub unblinkingly kept staring at the moon until it went out of the cub's view.
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Months passed and now the white wolf is no longer a cub. It has become a full-fledged wolf but during all this time some things never changed, The wolf's fascination for the moon only grew with each passing day. It would always chase after the moon from where it rises to where it sets, howling all night trying to communicate with the moon, but the moon never answered his pleas.
Instead of giving up hope, the white wolf became even more headstrong, in the hope that if he tried hard enough every day the moon would reply to him someday. Even though the white wolf had to take leadership of the pack, he refused to, because if he did he would not be able to give time to his darling moon. His act of prioritizing the moon over the pack caused the elder wolves to be angry and led him to be forsaken by the pack. In the end, the pack still allowed the wolf to follow them but treated him harshly for being a lovestruck fool for chasing after something so ethereal.
The White Wolf cared ever so less about it for as long as he could see the moon, he would be happy. His saddest days would only be the days the moon was barely visible or when it rains. The White wolf would still wait on the cliff at the end of the jungle for rainy skies to subside so that he could see his darling once more.