Fangs of fury.
Chapter 1
April 25 2010
The snow falls on the trees. Deep in the forest I run. My paws hitting the ground as I run free. My den far in the forest. I sit. Here I stand. My ground, my territory.
As I run through the forest the sounds of the birds and the ruffling of the trees the fox callings, all fall silent. I lift my head up towards the moon and howl. It's nice out here. Very nice. It's not always what you expect. We have to watch our steps. This year isn't the best. Wildfires, new laws, climate change. It's not the best, all I know is we can run free in the forest. No following laws, No haters, just forest. The sounds of the birds surround me. I look around and there it is. "Another lone wolf?", "Is it in a pack?", "Why is it alone?", I think to myself.
I've never seen another lone wolf. Not since I've been away from home.
