I am Masterwolf,
* * * These stories are not mine, I found them in the following sites and others...
Wolf Sites I found to visit….
http://www.boomerwolf.com/
2. http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/wolves/
3. http://www.oklahoma.net/~akita/Wolves/wolves.htm
4. http://www.wolfpark.org/
5. http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/3300/page3.html
6. http://ashewolf.terrashare.com/pages/wolfgifs2.html
7. http://www.lakotawolf.com/ A Wolf Reserve in N.J., great site!
8. http://www.wildbacon.com/ Wildlife Photographer Dan Bacon's site- loads of beautiful wolf pictures as well as other wildlife.
If you know any others... please post them here ! !
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wolves
The wolves let out a deep cry in the pale moon lit field.
Then one by one if on command fled back to the caves that they called home.
The home of the wolf.
The home which was there’s for nearly a millennium.
The home of which each one was nurtured and given life,
And the chance to live freely.
The life of the wolf is sacred to those who cherish it,
But pointless to those who do not understand the necessities of these creatures.
For they do not disrupt the eco system,
In their own way,
They are the eco system.
Preying on the week so the strong might survive.
Striving for excellence rather then death.
Wanting for life rather then pain.
The wolf is a savior for the dying,
And a profit for the living.
As the moonlit field was engulfed with darkness,
The wolves returned.
They returned to continue their song of tranquility.
To continue their serene song of happiness,
Struggle,
And triumph.
With each separate song telling a different tale,
Of both the love and compassion felt within the pack.
Having the effect of there being thousands of wolves among the hills and planes.
The cry of the wolf.
The most beautiful sound one could ever hear.
The perfect pitch to bestow one with the feeling of horror,
And also the longing to hear more.
The endlell howl!
The sound of ones dreams comes true,
With the realization of mortality,
And life.
The longing of these magnificent creatures is but one thing.
To be understood and loved by all.
So that they may be at peace with themselves,
And also with the creatures that they share the lands with.
So that we may truly understand the needs of our animal kindred.
The beloved of all wild creatures.
The beautiful and graceful.
WOLF.
The Return of my Shewolf
Here in the dark I stand. I smell the night
air searching for any danger that might surround me. I
am alone. I look to the skies and see the
moon. So full and yellow. I feel the urge to
cry to it, but something holds me back. I know not
what it is, but I sense something is not right.
I have just finished my nightly meal, drank the cool
water. My hunger has been satisfied, my thirst is no more.
But still I feel uneasy. Then I hear a noise.
Not certain what it is or where it came from.
Then suddenly I feel pain. I know now what the
sound was. Man has taken his madness out on me.
I run but I am in so much pain. I
run faster, trying to find a place to hide...
faster and faster, not wanting to surrender myself to
death. Finally I come upon a cave. I crawl slowly
inside and fall to the ground. The pain slowly starts
to ease, but I know my time is near. I
try to lick my wound, taste my blood and it
makes me afraid. I feel my life slowly being drained
from my body. I drag myself to the opening of
the cave. I must see the moon one more time
before I die. The night is so still, nothing seems
to be moving. I feel my heart beating slower, knowing
it won't be long now
Before my life will end. I look up at the
moon. It seems so eerie now. Clouds glide across it
almost ghostly. A small cry comes from within me. A
cry of fear, of pains lay my head down
once again. My body feels so cold. I wonder if
this is what death is. To be alone, so cold,
so dark. I try to raise my head, but to no avail.
My strength is slowing leaving me. I feel numbness
now and a sort of peace come over me. I
close my eyes and death surrounds me. I lay there
for a bit and something starts to happen. I start
to feel different, but I'm not use why. I slowly
get to my feet, stand there just for a second
and the slowly I turn around. I look down at
the ground and with fear in my heart, I see
myself laying there, not moving. No, I say to myself.
This can't be happening. I wonder is this dream.
Is it a fantasy that I will wake from? I
turn and walk away from the cave into the dark,
not knowing where I am going. I walk what seems
like miles but yet I am not tired. I see
a stream just ahead of me. I walk towards it.
The moon is shinning so bright I see my reflection
coming from the water, but wait!!! That is not I.
I look again scared of the reflection in the water.
No, I cry, that is not me. Who is this
that is looking back at me? I am a Black
Wolf, but the image in the water is that of a
White Wolf.
I start to run. Faster and faster...Heading
for my home atop the big mountain...As I run
the animals seem not to fear me as if I
am not really here. I don't understand it
so I run faster until I reach my home. I sit there for
a while, wondering what has happen to me. Suddenly a warm
feeling comes over me. I hear a strange sound coming
from the distance. I look up and a peace comes
over me. In the distance running towards me is my
she wolf. I run to her, my heart pounding with
the love I have for her. She draws close, her
eyes sparkling from the rays of the moon. We look
at one another and without saying a word, I know
now I have joined my SheWolf...
air searching for any danger that might surround me. I
am alone. I look to the skies and see the
moon. So full and yellow. I feel the urge to
cry to it, but something holds me back. I know not
what it is, but I sense something is not right.
I have just finished my nightly meal, drank the cool
water. My hunger has been satisfied, my thirst is no more.
But still I feel uneasy. Then I hear a noise.
Not certain what it is or where it came from.
Then suddenly I feel pain. I know now what the
sound was. Man has taken his madness out on me.
I run but I am in so much pain. I
run faster, trying to find a place to hide...
faster and faster, not wanting to surrender myself to
death. Finally I come upon a cave. I crawl slowly
inside and fall to the ground. The pain slowly starts
to ease, but I know my time is near. I
try to lick my wound, taste my blood and it
makes me afraid. I feel my life slowly being drained
from my body. I drag myself to the opening of
the cave. I must see the moon one more time
before I die. The night is so still, nothing seems
to be moving. I feel my heart beating slower, knowing
it won't be long now
Before my life will end. I look up at the
moon. It seems so eerie now. Clouds glide across it
almost ghostly. A small cry comes from within me. A
cry of fear, of pains lay my head down
once again. My body feels so cold. I wonder if
this is what death is. To be alone, so cold,
so dark. I try to raise my head, but to no avail.
My strength is slowing leaving me. I feel numbness
now and a sort of peace come over me. I
close my eyes and death surrounds me. I lay there
for a bit and something starts to happen. I start
to feel different, but I'm not use why. I slowly
get to my feet, stand there just for a second
and the slowly I turn around. I look down at
the ground and with fear in my heart, I see
myself laying there, not moving. No, I say to myself.
This can't be happening. I wonder is this dream.
Is it a fantasy that I will wake from? I
turn and walk away from the cave into the dark,
not knowing where I am going. I walk what seems
like miles but yet I am not tired. I see
a stream just ahead of me. I walk towards it.
The moon is shinning so bright I see my reflection
coming from the water, but wait!!! That is not I.
I look again scared of the reflection in the water.
No, I cry, that is not me. Who is this
that is looking back at me? I am a Black
Wolf, but the image in the water is that of a
White Wolf.
I start to run. Faster and faster...Heading
for my home atop the big mountain...As I run
the animals seem not to fear me as if I
am not really here. I don't understand it
so I run faster until I reach my home. I sit there for
a while, wondering what has happen to me. Suddenly a warm
feeling comes over me. I hear a strange sound coming
from the distance. I look up and a peace comes
over me. In the distance running towards me is my
she wolf. I run to her, my heart pounding with
the love I have for her. She draws close, her
eyes sparkling from the rays of the moon. We look
at one another and without saying a word, I know
now I have joined my SheWolf...
The Cry
The cry of the wolf
Echoed in what seemed
To be an endless night,
With an endless song
Of joy and happiness.
This creature has but
A simple life.
A life to hunt.
A life to live another day,
And continue its
Joy us song,
For all eternity.
Of All Animal Spirits...
Of all the animal spirits, the wolf is probably the most misunderstood,
feared and hated. Tales of evil and terror regarding them have been around
for centuries, and yet there has never been any documented or confirmed attacks
or killings of a human by a healthy wolf. They have been hunted, trapped and
brutally killed to the point of extinction for many breeds and others are
highly endangered at this point in time.
Many say the howl of the wolf is eerie, lonely, terrifying, etc. I find the
howl a beautiful song of joy and communication between these animals.
Each howl contains a message -- to a mate or the pack. Sometimes it is,
simply, a song of joy and celebration of spirit.
Contrary to many beliefs, the wolf is a friendly, social, loyal and
highly intelligent animal. They are very "family oriented" and live
within certain rules and rituals.
If you relate strongly to the "Spirit of the Wolf" you are very loyal --
to family, friends, principles and ideals. You will protect your loved ones,
especially your children, with strength and conviction.
Like the wolf itself, you do not like to fight unnecessarily -- you will, in fact,
go out of your way to avoid that type of situation.
Wolves use body language in communication and many people in tune with
this spirit have expressive eyes, hands and posture and use them when
communicating with others.
You believe in a strong family structure and realize that your elders and
your children all have something to teach you, to share with you. You take
the responsibility of teaching your children to respect the rights of others
very seriously. You want them to be loving and kind, but strong in life.
You seek knowledge, new ideas and new adventures in your life. You like
sharing what you learn and teaching others.
As with the wolf, you have a keener sense of smell and hearing than
the average person. Strong, unpleasant odors can actually make you
sick to your stomach and loud or piercing noise is distracting and can
"put you on edge". You love the smell of flowers, rain, etc. and the
soft voices of nature -- the sound of a creek running, birds singing.
You can become too involved in your work, your play, your daily obligations,
and you should always take time for yourself. You need time alone for
inner communication. The Wolf gives you the power to recognize
that you control your reality and will help you achieve the harmony and
discipline you need to direct your own life.
The Spirit of the Wolf is:
POWER
GUARDIANSHIP
LOYALTY
HONOR
INTEGRITY
SPIRIT
feared and hated. Tales of evil and terror regarding them have been around
for centuries, and yet there has never been any documented or confirmed attacks
or killings of a human by a healthy wolf. They have been hunted, trapped and
brutally killed to the point of extinction for many breeds and others are
highly endangered at this point in time.
Many say the howl of the wolf is eerie, lonely, terrifying, etc. I find the
howl a beautiful song of joy and communication between these animals.
Each howl contains a message -- to a mate or the pack. Sometimes it is,
simply, a song of joy and celebration of spirit.
Contrary to many beliefs, the wolf is a friendly, social, loyal and
highly intelligent animal. They are very "family oriented" and live
within certain rules and rituals.
If you relate strongly to the "Spirit of the Wolf" you are very loyal --
to family, friends, principles and ideals. You will protect your loved ones,
especially your children, with strength and conviction.
Like the wolf itself, you do not like to fight unnecessarily -- you will, in fact,
go out of your way to avoid that type of situation.
Wolves use body language in communication and many people in tune with
this spirit have expressive eyes, hands and posture and use them when
communicating with others.
You believe in a strong family structure and realize that your elders and
your children all have something to teach you, to share with you. You take
the responsibility of teaching your children to respect the rights of others
very seriously. You want them to be loving and kind, but strong in life.
You seek knowledge, new ideas and new adventures in your life. You like
sharing what you learn and teaching others.
As with the wolf, you have a keener sense of smell and hearing than
the average person. Strong, unpleasant odors can actually make you
sick to your stomach and loud or piercing noise is distracting and can
"put you on edge". You love the smell of flowers, rain, etc. and the
soft voices of nature -- the sound of a creek running, birds singing.
You can become too involved in your work, your play, your daily obligations,
and you should always take time for yourself. You need time alone for
inner communication. The Wolf gives you the power to recognize
that you control your reality and will help you achieve the harmony and
discipline you need to direct your own life.
The Spirit of the Wolf is:
POWER
GUARDIANSHIP
LOYALTY
HONOR
INTEGRITY
SPIRIT
Night of the Wolf
Have you ever listened to the night breeze as the Wolf sings his haunting song under pale moonlight?
You can almost feel his wild and free spirit as he prowls the night scenting his prey with hunger.
A beautiful magestic soul graceful and cunning and alive with power
A chill fills the air as your eyes meet his, paralyzing you with a hypnotic gaze that pierces deep into your soul
Feel the rage and fear as he goes for the kill, the blood pouring into the snow; your heart beats with his
You can almost taste its sweet victory and it's then you realize he is more than a beast he is your brother
You can almost feel his wild and free spirit as he prowls the night scenting his prey with hunger.
A beautiful magestic soul graceful and cunning and alive with power
A chill fills the air as your eyes meet his, paralyzing you with a hypnotic gaze that pierces deep into your soul
Feel the rage and fear as he goes for the kill, the blood pouring into the snow; your heart beats with his
You can almost taste its sweet victory and it's then you realize he is more than a beast he is your brother
Listen to their cries. . .
Close your eyes and imagine that,
You are in a setting as they.
Envision them in your mind and,
You will hear them calling out to you.
They know the work you do,
In getting the message through,
That without them,
There would be no animals left.
And that nature itself,
Is so unbalanced without them.
They are your spirit guides.
They are the ones who have led you thus far.
You are their brother in spirit.
They call to us all.
I can hear them!
Can you?
They are our spirit guides,
Listen to their cries.
Something of My Past
I wanted to give something of my past to my grandson.
So I took him into the woods, to a quiet spot.
Seated at my feet he listened as I told him
of the powers that were given to each creature.
He moved not a muscle as I explained
how the woods had always provided us
with food, homes, comfort, and religion.
He was awed when I related to him
how the wolf became our guardian,
and when I told him that I would sing
the sacred wolf song over him, he was overjoyed.
In my song, I appealed to the wolf
to come and preside over us
while I would perform the wolf ceremony
so that the bondage between my grandson
and the wolf would be lifelong.
I sang.
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.
I sang.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.
I sang.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed-- the link to creation.
I sang.
In my eyes sparkled love.
I sang.
And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.
When I had ended,
it was if the whole world listened with us
to hear the wolf's reply.
We waited a long time
but none came.
Again I sang,
humbly but as invitingly as I could,
until my throat ached and my voice gave out.
All of a sudden
I realized why no wolves
had heard my sacred song.
There were none left!
My heart filled with tears.
I could no longer give my
grandson faith
in the past, our past.
At last I could whisper to him: " It is finished!"
"Can I go home now?" He asked,
checking his watch to see if he
would still be in time to
catch his favorite program on TV.
I watched him disappear and wept in silence.
All is finished!
by Chief Dan George (chief of the Salish Band in Burrard Inlet, B.C.)
So I took him into the woods, to a quiet spot.
Seated at my feet he listened as I told him
of the powers that were given to each creature.
He moved not a muscle as I explained
how the woods had always provided us
with food, homes, comfort, and religion.
He was awed when I related to him
how the wolf became our guardian,
and when I told him that I would sing
the sacred wolf song over him, he was overjoyed.
In my song, I appealed to the wolf
to come and preside over us
while I would perform the wolf ceremony
so that the bondage between my grandson
and the wolf would be lifelong.
I sang.
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.
I sang.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.
I sang.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed-- the link to creation.
I sang.
In my eyes sparkled love.
I sang.
And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.
When I had ended,
it was if the whole world listened with us
to hear the wolf's reply.
We waited a long time
but none came.
Again I sang,
humbly but as invitingly as I could,
until my throat ached and my voice gave out.
All of a sudden
I realized why no wolves
had heard my sacred song.
There were none left!
My heart filled with tears.
I could no longer give my
grandson faith
in the past, our past.
At last I could whisper to him: " It is finished!"
"Can I go home now?" He asked,
checking his watch to see if he
would still be in time to
catch his favorite program on TV.
I watched him disappear and wept in silence.
All is finished!
by Chief Dan George (chief of the Salish Band in Burrard Inlet, B.C.)
The Wolf
I am the wolf, a loner at heart. You are the human, and will rarely if ever see me. I roam the wilderness forests and mountains of this earth that we share. I mate for survival, as you do and I help my mate raise our pups in the warmth of our den, nurturing and watching them grow and play, as you do with your human young. We run as a pack family, and our members are a close as those in yours. When a member is lost, we grieve, but go on just as you do. When I am hungry, I must hunt for my family, and myself for that is all I know. There are no stores to cater to my every need. Some of you have said that I am a killer, a cold-blooded hunter of death, but when I kill, it is to feed my family, and I only take the old, sick, and weak, who will die regardless. I don’t kill to hang heads for trophies on my walls, as you do. Now I am the hunted, by you. You are afraid of me, because you don’t understand me. You think I am taking from your herds of plenty, which you advertise to big game hunters for their tourists’ dollars. Yes, you are afraid of me, but I can’t hurt you. You are the one with the power to destroy my kind. You set your traps to torture me, and send your helicopters to kill me from the air. I cannot fight you, for that is not my way! That is yours.
I am a Wolf
I am a wolf of both timber and gray,
The life I live is never by day.
My fur is soft like the grass where I lay,
It shimmers and sheens but there are no one that I pay.
My paws are large to keep me on ground,
I never slip when I'm climbing round.
My ears pick up the most sensitive sound,
Even when it comes from behind a mound.
I am a wolf of both timber and gray.
My jaws have the strength to crush your bones,
Even to crush occasional stones.
My teeth are sharp cylindrical cones,
I love to hear their horrific moans.
I am a wolf of both timber and gray,
My love of death is here to stay.
The life I live is never by day.
My fur is soft like the grass where I lay,
It shimmers and sheens but there are no one that I pay.
My paws are large to keep me on ground,
I never slip when I'm climbing round.
My ears pick up the most sensitive sound,
Even when it comes from behind a mound.
I am a wolf of both timber and gray.
My jaws have the strength to crush your bones,
Even to crush occasional stones.
My teeth are sharp cylindrical cones,
I love to hear their horrific moans.
I am a wolf of both timber and gray,
My love of death is here to stay.
For Those Who Cried
Silence is heard
She lies in pain
Silent screams cross the vast divide.
The living, the lost, the dead,
They all feel her pain. They rip at her heart, tear at her flesh.
Sacred forests wither to dust,
Two Majestic Mountains crumble.
The Earth Mother shudders in convulsions
Silence is heard
The cloud of death rolls through and over everything
Eyes blinded,
Mato is cast across the heavens
Blues turn black
In her sickness, she recoils
Spuing the poisons cast within her.
A defending rush of choking toxicities rise to the heavens.
Still, through her screams of pain,
Silence is heard.
In the distance, the Thunder beings are heard
Waters of life and rebirth fall, cleansing and cooling Mother Earth.
Warriors of the Light unite
One family, one people, One Earth, one Spirit and one Love.
May the Great Spirit fill us with Love, Peace, Harmony, Acceptance and Spiritually?
Can you hear them...
Listen. . .
Listen to their calls...
As they cry into the night...
They cry for peace and life...
Who dare not give them that right....
Can you hear them?...
Can you hear their spirits call...
Can you feel them at your side...
I can, can you my dear brother...
They are our spirit guide....
Can you hear them?...
They call to us dear brother...
To undo that which has been done...
They are our spirit guide my brother...
And they will return....
Can you hear them...
Peace unto you my dear brother.
Listen to their calls...
As they cry into the night...
They cry for peace and life...
Who dare not give them that right....
Can you hear them?...
Can you hear their spirits call...
Can you feel them at your side...
I can, can you my dear brother...
They are our spirit guide....
Can you hear them?...
They call to us dear brother...
To undo that which has been done...
They are our spirit guide my brother...
And they will return....
Can you hear them...
Peace unto you my dear brother.
An Evening Walk Up The Mountian . . .
An Evening Walk Up The Mountian…
One night I decided to go for a walk. Thehouse seemed warm so I decided I needed a littlefresh air. I took the path through the trees andstarted up the mountain. The moon was full and thestars shinned brightly. A warm breeze filled the air. AsI got close the top of the mountain, I couldhear a faint cry in the distance. A chill ranthrough my body, not from fear but from the sadnessof the cry. I kept walking, getting nearer to thecry. As I got to the top of the mountainjust a few feet away, stood a beautiful black malewolf. I behind a couple of rocks not wantedhim to see me. How beautiful he looked in the moonlight.
He sat there looking up at the moon, howling withsuch sadness’ sat there watching and wondering why hecould be so sad. Then suddenly I heard a noisecoming from the trees behind me, just a little ways downthe mountain. I sat there wondering what it could be.The wolf turned and started down the mountain. The nightgot so quiet, nothing could be heard. I stared atthe trees wondering what was approaching us. Then from thedistance I saw her. She was beautiful. Just coming outtrees she stood there staring into the night. I watchedthe black wolf moving slowly down the mountain. Wondering whathe was thinking and what he would do. He stopped just for a second, staring at this beautiful Shewolf. Suddenlyhe started to run, faster and faster towards the Shewolf.
As he got to her, she laid on the ground.He ran to her side; tail wagging, ears standing tall.He started to sniff this Shewolf, moving slowly around her.She raised her head and licked his nose. Suddenly hestarted rolling on the ground, like a little puppy. ThenI knew this is why his sadness, he was waitingfor his, Shewolf. The two of them, started rubbing againsteach other, sniffing and licking one another. Showing their lovefor one another. The black wolf stood so proudly, knowingnow she was by his side. The black wolf startedto go up the mountain. Looking back and with alittle cry as if to tell her to follow him.She took a few steps, and then suddenly went down. Hewatched her fall and went running back to her. Igot a little closer to see what was happening. Hestood by her side, nuzzling her with his nose, butshe did not move. Again and again he nuzzledher, trying to get her to follow him. But againhis attempts failed. He lay by her side, crying. Hestarts to lick her again, and then stops. He looks ather side and notices that something is wrong. Heleans over and then notices the blood.
No, he cries, no this can't be. I have justfound my Shewolf, please he cries don't take her fromme now. He licks the wound, but she does notmove. He looks into her eyes and sees her lifeslowly leaving her. She raises her head one more time,a faint cry can be heard, the cry of death.She slowly lays her head back down. The Black Wolflays his head on her side. He watches as shetakes her last breath. The night is so still, nothingmoving not even the night sounds can be heard, asif the animals knew this beautiful black wolf has losthis Shewolf. He slowly stands, not moving; he stares athis beloved Shewolf. He starts back up the mountain, onlyglancing back at his love, lying there so still, solifeless. He slowly turns back to her and cries toher one last time, but she does not move. Heturns back and slowly heads back to the top ofthe mountain. He stands there so tall, and proud. Hishead hangs low to the ground. Still the night isquiet. I try and get a little closer to him,to watch his beauty. Slowly he raises his head. Hiseyes filled with tears, from deep within him, he criesagain to the moon. As if to say, why didyou take my Shewolf away when you just brought herback to me? Again and again he cries, the cries of loosing his, Shewolf.
One night I decided to go for a walk. Thehouse seemed warm so I decided I needed a littlefresh air. I took the path through the trees andstarted up the mountain. The moon was full and thestars shinned brightly. A warm breeze filled the air. AsI got close the top of the mountain, I couldhear a faint cry in the distance. A chill ranthrough my body, not from fear but from the sadnessof the cry. I kept walking, getting nearer to thecry. As I got to the top of the mountainjust a few feet away, stood a beautiful black malewolf. I behind a couple of rocks not wantedhim to see me. How beautiful he looked in the moonlight.
He sat there looking up at the moon, howling withsuch sadness’ sat there watching and wondering why hecould be so sad. Then suddenly I heard a noisecoming from the trees behind me, just a little ways downthe mountain. I sat there wondering what it could be.The wolf turned and started down the mountain. The nightgot so quiet, nothing could be heard. I stared atthe trees wondering what was approaching us. Then from thedistance I saw her. She was beautiful. Just coming outtrees she stood there staring into the night. I watchedthe black wolf moving slowly down the mountain. Wondering whathe was thinking and what he would do. He stopped just for a second, staring at this beautiful Shewolf. Suddenlyhe started to run, faster and faster towards the Shewolf.
As he got to her, she laid on the ground.He ran to her side; tail wagging, ears standing tall.He started to sniff this Shewolf, moving slowly around her.She raised her head and licked his nose. Suddenly hestarted rolling on the ground, like a little puppy. ThenI knew this is why his sadness, he was waitingfor his, Shewolf. The two of them, started rubbing againsteach other, sniffing and licking one another. Showing their lovefor one another. The black wolf stood so proudly, knowingnow she was by his side. The black wolf startedto go up the mountain. Looking back and with alittle cry as if to tell her to follow him.She took a few steps, and then suddenly went down. Hewatched her fall and went running back to her. Igot a little closer to see what was happening. Hestood by her side, nuzzling her with his nose, butshe did not move. Again and again he nuzzledher, trying to get her to follow him. But againhis attempts failed. He lay by her side, crying. Hestarts to lick her again, and then stops. He looks ather side and notices that something is wrong. Heleans over and then notices the blood.
No, he cries, no this can't be. I have justfound my Shewolf, please he cries don't take her fromme now. He licks the wound, but she does notmove. He looks into her eyes and sees her lifeslowly leaving her. She raises her head one more time,a faint cry can be heard, the cry of death.She slowly lays her head back down. The Black Wolflays his head on her side. He watches as shetakes her last breath. The night is so still, nothingmoving not even the night sounds can be heard, asif the animals knew this beautiful black wolf has losthis Shewolf. He slowly stands, not moving; he stares athis beloved Shewolf. He starts back up the mountain, onlyglancing back at his love, lying there so still, solifeless. He slowly turns back to her and cries toher one last time, but she does not move. Heturns back and slowly heads back to the top ofthe mountain. He stands there so tall, and proud. Hishead hangs low to the ground. Still the night isquiet. I try and get a little closer to him,to watch his beauty. Slowly he raises his head. Hiseyes filled with tears, from deep within him, he criesagain to the moon. As if to say, why didyou take my Shewolf away when you just brought herback to me? Again and again he cries, the cries of loosing his, Shewolf.
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