Category: Lone Wolf

“Knows its nose.”

“It has been rare to find anyone with a trace of my propensities – let alone anyone of similar measuring.”

“I guess that I’ve had so much negative influence trying to affect me on my journeying that it has been better to keep distance from more than just surface level connecting.”

“Was isolating because there weren’t many ‘pack members’ that I could implicitely trust.”

“It’s all for the one pounce!”

She became as a stone.

“I won’t share my mate.”

There’s a kind of meat that is most sweet, without which one does not feel replete.

She hadn’t approached because she’d been cognizant of social and group dynamics.

She couldn’t trust the “easy ones,” anyway.

Imbalance is imbalance.

The one had stayed out of reach of her senses, so why should she trust that he cared for her?

Especially since this behavior caused her to overreach her capacities to bridge to him?

How was this showing care for her in her wounded and needful state?

Retreating to an aloof distance carried her own paws away from extreme confusion.

It is often best to follow one’s instincts.

Never corner a wolf.

She’d had to stay alone to be consistent while raising her youngest until developed wings and could fly, and then, to hold the nest so that the others could be able to land in a safe place.

Her children had grown, were with good partners, and their lives were unfolding independently – though they all kept bridging and connecting with her.

Was it her turn now to get to have her own life’s partnered love?

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(Title name of Metalica song)

They were kidding, right?

Like some younger female could actually meet, match, and challenge his capacities…

Rubbing her nose gently with a paw, she snorted with derision over their naive belief self indulgences.

Any bright wolf knows that only a proven queen is fit for a strong king.

Why any tribes saw love’s communion as a threat was beyond any sense to the natural order of things.

She reflected upon the glimmering longer hairs of her fur…how in the right light, reds, golds, and silvers presented a magical skein.

How was this different?

Just another burden to bear.

Maybe with more eyes shifting and darting to protect against threats maybe or not there.

She’d had a suspician, now proved true…

They were always looking for a way to get into you.

No one and nothing…

She was aware that she was aware, and that she needed to belong.

But she was also aware that when she was around others, she synced too easily into their wavelengths.

This was not something that she could allow to happen, arbitrarily…

She reflected on how it was kind of funny that she was practically baring her teeth as her hackles raised and she repositioned herself whenever a male who wasn’t him would get to close to her.

Her own tests.

She was very good at sensing traps…
Fat lot of good it did her lying there

And she suddenly fell down hard onto the ground, landing in a jarring roll to a stop that splooshed-up puddles and clumps of moist, matted leaves that landed scattered unceremoniously around her now still body.