She, the creature, was lost in the heart of the woods. Millions of trees stood as tall as the sky. The murk had her swallowed into blackness.
There! She saw a very dim light, but it vanished in a heartbeat. Was it real or was it just her brain flash?
The light flickered again, so she pursued after it as it was growing into a glare.
There she rose on the top of a heap, head held high in pride and awe, gazing at the lustre of the universe, infatuated with the luminous moon, crying in harmony.
And each night she whimpered as her love was fading away, dying..
Then reviving..
That is the story of how the wolf idolized the capricious, treacherous, beautiful moon.
