☾ Ghostbur

The sun was already setting, showing little stars which appeared little by little. Light and weak sobs were heard in the middle of the forest, near a small steep mountain where Ghostbur was, holding the motionless body of his little sheep friend, but why was the sheep no longer alive? Well, Ghostbur had neglected her for a few minutes and a damn wolf was the one who snatched her last support. "Forgive me..." He murmured, trying to calm his crying and tightly hugging the lifeless body of the little blue sheep.