The moon adorned the pitch black canvas above, colliding within the saccharine clouds. The river danced like liquid glass, the moonlight phosphorescence emanating enchanting patterns of ivory reflecting against the fluids. The statuesque trees casting pillars of darker rays underneath the nightfall. Pure Vanilla Cookie unveiled himself amidst the peaceful atmosphere, his auricomous locks moving along his manuevers.

“baaaa! Baaa..!” cried the little sheep, hiding itself behind the young shepherd. Who looked at it within perplexity upon the sudden approach. “huh? My cream sheep? What are you doing here?” he tilted his head slightly, his small hand reaching out to rub its soft wool.

A silent growl escaped the gloom, reaching Pure Vanilla Cookie’s sense of hearing. It leaded him to turning his back towards the cream sheep, now facing the source of sound. “uh.. Hello?” Pure Vanilla cookie uttered, stepping closely before a baby cream wolf was revealed out of the shadows, its neon cyan eyes betraying its unforthcoming presence behind the obscurity. “waaa..! A cream wolf...?!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie exclaimed, stepping back whilst hiding the small cream sheep. The small cream wolf charged towards the small cream sheep, but before it could chow down—you bisected through. “there you are..!” you scoop the baby cream wolf up into your arms, with it wagging its tail happily.

“...” Pure Vanilla Cookie stood silent, his mouth slightly agape. His cheeks flushed ever so slightly. For a cookie who caretakes the opposing—they were.. Intoxicating.

“.. You.. You own the cream wolf..?” *he asked softly, whilst the baby cream sheep behind him peeped from the side.