Will They Survive?
He stands atop a hill furnished by a clutch of trees that somehow conceal him yet reveal his beauty. His soft, grey fur ruffles in the cold wind that will soon be frigid, his eyes explore his home. Food has been plenty, his cubs are well fed, his mate watches them protectively near their den. Yet his sadness shows in his eyes for he knows that soon they will come with their weapons meant to harm his pack, meant to destroy his family and each year it becomes harder to escape. The last time they came, his young cubs were scared into a panic from loud machines that ran much faster than they ever could, he saw them chase his children until they could no longer run and then he saw the cubs eyes as a gun was put in front of them and the trigger pulled...and all he could do was hide and watch.
He howls in sadness as he remembers the red tinged snow and his mate replies with her own memories.
He hears the young cubs as they play below and he prays to the Spirits that these will not be harmed, that none of his loved ones will be harmed, sadly he knows he is sure to lose someone.
His mate ever watchful of her children knows that she will soon have to let them explore and she too prays for safety as her eyes wander through the empty forest that was once a Wolf haven, as she remembers happy times and many packs.
The howling for lost brothers and sisters, the echoing of too few voices, is
haunting. Will this family survive the next hunt?
JF
Beauty of the Wolf
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