A loner's call.

Lone Night

Furrum

Cold

Dark

And alone.

The hole within appeared as soon as he left. My wolf whined her displeasure in him leaving but it wasn't enough to make him stay.

We wondered back to our home, taking our time in doing so. His lingering scent had both myself and my beast itching to follow after him. I hardly held back.

I felt stupid... having these feeling for someone I coincidentally met a day ago. Someone I now wanted to continue seeing.

I'd usually shift into my human form once I was at our hut, it was the only time I spent in my skin.

This time I wanted to feel the cold. Feel it eat away the warmth my wolf's fur provided... feel anything besides this emptiness beyond my control. I hated it.

My wolf stood at the edge of our camp, staring off into the distance. She knew exactly where he'd gone and fought me to go after him.

She parted her muzzle, her cranium tilting backwards, ears shifting to rest against her skull and her throat let a sorrowful cry.

It broke my heart. One that already seemed cracked. I felt her feeling much stronger than I had before. She wanted me to feel them, to know that I was causing this... undying agony for her.

Again she let out a dejected yowling sound. Letting her feelings be free in the frigid air, to be heard by anyone and anything nearby.

I tried to reach her, to tell her I wanted him just as bad as she did but she ignored me. Pushed me to the back of her mind while she lay down. Balled into the depths of the snow by our hut.

Her golden hues shifted to the sky, bright colors... blues, reds, greens, purples all adorned the sky.

It was like the moon goddness had heard her cries and responded. Seemingly telling her it would all be fine, that everything would work out just the way she planned.

Howls.

Out in the distance.

Some sad just like ours and other's sounding their own feelings. Lonely, sad, sharing the loss of their loved ones... they all responded to her.

Then we heard it.

Like it was riding the ribbons of light across the sky toward us, filling our ears and reaching to our hearts.

Our mate.

Expressing his yearning for us, his wish to be with us every second of every waking minute. His growing longing to be with the one he desired most.

It was the last thing I remember before falling asleep. How deeply his response meant to my wolf... to me.

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It had been days since we last saw our mate. When he disappeared into the night awhile back it was the last time we'd seen him.

My wolf shut me out and for what seemed like forever I wasn't able to shift. She blamed me for pushing him away, not giving him a chance until the end.

Now, after a week later, we were climbing through the mountain side looking for something to hunt. Being in a cold place like Alaska meant we had alot of storms. Big storms.

After our last one finally passed I shifted and began to head into higher land. Animals, mostly elk and rams, always sought out for a place to wait out storms in higher ground and once it was over they moved out to graze. Moose belonged in that group aswell.