Wolves Edge

Brrr, so cold. What went wrong with the decision to pass off our land to another more sinister bearing down on us, leaving to find a place where we could live in peace, and not have to raise up our howls in battle cries? Just a few simple words, "we wish not to fight on a pointless death". My father spoke those words with such passion and with no signs of aggression that it made me proud to be his son, though I was different than all the rest. Being in a pack of wolves whose fur shone like the brightest moon and was as hardy as the toughest ground, we were sure no harm would come to those of a smaller set of beasts with less to fight with. Even myself with my unusual tail and slightly blue fur believed that I was more than a match for any of these invading brutes. But alas, everyone fell for their deceiving appearance including myself.

Without warning they just dove into us after my father said those passionate words with such poise and humility, and even though we were plenty strong ourselves, we just could not avoid their ravenous trap. Their skinny jaws sank deep into our very souls and caused our own to turn on us as if they had been possessed by some evil force from the fiery pits of the underworld. Everyone fought to their very hardest to escape our land and move onward to our predetermined choice of a new land, but our adversaries just kept driving us deeper into corners so we couldn't escape from their control.

During the confusion and chaos, the last words I heard my father cry out to everyone shook me to my very core. "Don't lose hope my kin. Climb the path towards our destined land without regret and may your feet be light as the wind. Let not our oppressors divert you from destiny and always hold your eyes to the moon for all shall make it there together one day to join our ancestral packs. Now go and may your spirit guide you well". After he said that, mustering up what little strength and courage I could, a burst of speed brought me through the barrage of many teeth and claws and set my course on the horizon with the moon shining forward. I dared not to look back in fear of what I may see and just kept my fathers words in my heart as I made the journey alone.

It was a hard first leg trying to outrun the enemy as their taste for blood seemed to drive them into a maddening crazed trance that would not let them lose sight of me. After a good distance, it became apparent that they would not stop unless I made it so they could not find me. Taking a bit of advice from my father, my next move I made put me high up on a snowy ledge, one which would make it hard for any of these death incarnate savages to see me hiding beyond their sight.

Soon the madness passed on by and I rested my tired and beaten body on the soothing white snow. Knowing that it wouldn't be wise to remain in one place for too long, I chose my next move carefully. Following the path of the wind and keeping my eyes to the moon, I have made it quite far and have yet to re-encounter any of those savages. But the cold has begun to bite at my stamina and soon I must find rest. What awaits for me next will have to wait till the next day, but destiny has yet to bring my journey to its final end.