Lacie

Chapter OneWolf.Lacie Barton had never seen one so close, or so large in her life. Regal, she thought, opening the front of the large drawing pad.Tawny, pale brown eyes remained on the majestic creature not twenty-five feet from her while her left hand held the pencil and began recreating his image on paper.Eyes of gold returned her stare. Not a single reflection of concern from either of them. It was barely five on a late April afternoon, the sun was still strong and sent light flashing over the myriad of colors in the sleek coat. She allowed her gaze to leave his eyes, travel over the long, hard body and taking in the natural shades of browns, greys and black. But mostly he was dark silver. His tail was down, his paws planted firmly and securely in the mixed grasses outside the fence that surrounded the far side of the resort.She sat cross legged on the grass, her large drawing pad on one of the wide stone benches that dotted the resort property. Long, straw colored hair had been woven into a simple braid very early that morning. After six hours of chasing toddlers, it had become frayed, tendrils of golden straw had slipped free and framed the oval shaped face. Fingers rose and absently tucked a cluster of stray hair behind one ear as she continued to sketch.