Run Little One

Run Little One: I

As the cool night air fell chillingly against her bear skin she instantly regretted coming out tonight. She snarled at herself for her stupidity, yet she couldn't bring herself to deny that coming out tonight didn't have it's advantages. For one thing, she had a full belly and even if the night was going to be harsh, she didn't have to worry about starving to death tonight, but that vague feeling of loneliness began to seep back slowly, possibly even painfully, back into the consciousness of her mind.

Groggily she thought of the home she used to have. Warm and with others just like her, well, almost. She recalled the days when there was not a care in the world for her. The other children all about her; singing songs and rough housing through the tall, dim shelter. Bitterly now, she had to think of what she was going to eat the next day, if she'd make it to the next nightfall or even the morning. She longed for the days when she was warm, fed, clean.

She pushed the tangled mass of wavy hair out of her face, and ran her tongue along her teeth. How she longed for a toothbrush. Maybe I could steal one, she though deviously but then growled to herself that she was already in enough trouble.

Looking at the moon she though of the male she'd met this afternoon. She thought admiringly of his eyes, his rust colored fur, sprayed with silvers and grays, and the tan dots on the tip of his brow. He was a handsome wolf, Kurticus. With the thoughts of him her heart was filled with warmth as she curled up against the tree and brought the pile of pine needles and dead leaves up over her feet, for her body was still chilled with the bitter cool of the change from winter to spring.

"Aarroooo! Aaroooo!"

The dark lone howl of the dispersals' ripped through the night air sending even the crows out off their perch and into the skies. She listened, waiting for the feathers of her companions to smooth, and listened for the cries. Again they tolled. Lone and sorrowful, heartbreaking and devastatingly through the night air. She felt the urge to join them, but held back for the rest of the song.

Beautifully, maybe even hauntingly, they sang:

If your the he,

Come with me, 

We shall be,

Forever and Always!

If you're the she,

Come with me, 

We shall be,

Forever and Always!

The night air filled with the wolves' songs. She hummed to them sleepily. The beautiful harmonies and solos of the dispersals' seemed to sing their loneliness right out of them, only to have their lovely verses come unanswered.