The Wolf and the Moon

The mountain was barren, the rocks were frozen together. Tiny little snowflakes drifted off of the high spires of stone that rose up on either side of the lone wolf. No shelter was in sight, no pack to keep him warm at night. He could no longer smell the trace of his family, or hear their cries of boundless love and worship towards the heavens.

The wind whispered through his pelt and into his ears. He took a deep breath, and lifted his head, one long, sorrowful note piercing the sky, and like an angry fist smashing through glass, the full moon shattered against the stars. Shards of it's rays echoed in large waves of green and blue. The mountain resonated with his voice.

Though no howl was returned, he wasn't alone, for the spirit of his pack would forever be one with his.

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"Are you not lonely?"

"No."

"Who will be with you when I'm not here?"

A pair of amber eyes focused on the girl. "I am not alone. My mother is watching over me."

The girl looked up, following her friend's gaze. The only thing she saw was the shimmering, silver moon.

"She passes over and lights the way for us."

"I don't understand."

The white wolf turned away, leading the path to home. "You will one day."

~ILuvAnimangas