If you find yourself here, you’re in the right place.
This is actually not a rose garden. Rather it’s a forest. Where Wolfs lurk and Reds go riding.
You’ll get to be a Red while you’re here. Or if you’re male, you get to be Wolf. I don’t know about male Reds and she-wolves. I’m not really going there but don’t let me stop you.
If fur and hoodie cloaks are not your garb, then feel free to put on a new type of livery.
I’ll let Nicole take you wherever she wants to take you with her first prompt, which will come on on Thursday, 1 May 2014. What can I tell you? The forest has eyes that glow … like poems.