Author: Candid Corvid Productions

She was sitting
Guarding valley

He came quietly
To sit alongside

She then slowly
Leaned into him

In that moment
They were One

And
Follow

How to
Build it

Wounds are
Meant for
Healing

To give of the self
Is easy as whelp

Raising younglings
In all of it’s necessity

But experienced history
Including sire’s imprint

Taught males are
Prone to leaving

No matter how much
Heart and soul giving

They all left
You see?

There was
No place

For me

That once consecrated
He would abandon her

She hated how loss
Had corrupted her

The door was cracked wide open
With sign written saying “come in”

But she did not trust machinations
Within constructed houses of men

So much better to be outside
For games of Flee and Follow

Where night’s breeze was refreshing
And their howls could carry for miles

Of course she hid her tracks
It was how she had survived

Different tacks were taken
When if with pack or alone

There’s safety in numbers
Less likely to be attacked

Until she had confirmation
He could decode hormones