Category: Lone Wolf

She didn’t understand how the black wolf had found her, but since she had been phasing between forms as she ran to ground, she must have left trace trails everywhere.

How she fashioned her thought creations must be like dropping formed petals of hopes and desires along breezy trails that got swept up by little gusts of wind and carried off floating until they landed, fluttering for others to find or miss along their own paths’ travels.

And it was getting colder now as the seasons shifted rapidly from bright leaves falling as their energy spiraled down into winter’s underground dreaming.

He seemed to be asleep, resting against her back, his strength’s heat keeping her system shock shivering down to a minimum.

So she carefully turned, hoping to not wake him, and breathed in his warmth more fully, nestling her face into his long scruff that smelled of green grass, sheltering earth, and the spicey hint of forest detritus that releases into the air as it gets crunched underfoot.

Daring further, she brought her arms up to protect her chest with hands under her chin and tentatively extended her fingers to feel and gently brush the nape of his glossy jet fur.

He was still there with her, but she didn’t know why.

If he were a man, would he welcome her into his arms and protect her like this?

She imagined her head resting upon her mate’s chest, listenimg to his heartbeat, as their arms wrapped around each other like the roots of trees, securing.

Having retreated back into her human form in desperation to stop injury’s pinging, she could not understand his language nor intuit what he wanted from her.

He stood there stiff-legged with hackles flared, growling at her and asserting his will – but when he realized that she couldn’t “hear” him in human form, his anger shifted into deep irritation and the intensity in his eyes began softening.

His aggressive direction backed down as he searched the perimeter with eyes, ears, and nose sensing and turned his side to her to indicate that he was there to protect her.

She carefully reached out and touched his thick and now smoothing luxurious fur, finding his warmth and comfort radiating out toward her as he accepted the gesture.

And when she laid down to rest again among the thickly piled fall leaves, he padded around her a couple of times – then curled his back up against her’s to provide needed support and keep watch as the night vigil’s guard for her.

Digging.

She was digging

Fast.

Deep.

More – Dig More.

Faster.

Faster.

Now Dive.

Burrow.

Burrow Deep.

Dig Into Roots.

Backfill.

Backfill.

Backfill.

Pant.

Shake.

Quiver.

Be Still.

Be Still.

Be Still.

She couldn’t overextend, anymore.

Not without protection from her mate.

She began avoiding the others, reversing course when she came upon bustling activity.

Realizing that she now had a reactive suddenly-scared-as-starled-effect response from the new head trauma, she vowed that if that male who’d gotten too close to her today tried anything, she would rip him into shreds to prove that she was not so easily taken advantage of.

She dreamed of his
Tender love carress

The hot sting of his
Claiming scruff bite

And snuggling together
Protected by den’s safety

She sent out a low howl, testing as sounding, trying to figure out what had changed in her environment while scenting for where he could be – and if he needed her.

She didn’t want attention from other males.

She just wanted the bond with her mate.

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(Title of multiple meanings)

They speak of love
In certain language
Which implies it is
Perhaps replaceable
But, no, it is specific
The right match fits
In ways that make
One’s spirit access
Primary potentials
Without its blessing
Twitch itching bones

She’d been afraid of this
His presence promised
That at summer’s end
She’d have his comfort
But instead fall rushed
Hurtling toward winter
Where cold saps bones
Sucking delicate dreams
From marrow as atones
Believing in saving grace
From love’s healing balm

She was afraid to howl for him, flinching at the implied sting of rejection.

She went back to the area, but that had not been her usual place. And he was gone, long gone. Vanished without a trace.

Maybe it wasn’t about aging, but about the trials she’d endured and the respect she was due for them.

“Nyeeer-rooom!” stomp-running down wooden reverberations hall to smack into whatever still object (hopefully soft) with an “Oomph!” and giggle, followed by a mirthfully satisfied, yet downplayed, gleefully settled “Hi.”

Being around her thriving family began making her blood seek ways for healing.

She would do her best to ensure that they felt safe in their new homeland.

It wasn’t just the injuries that had complicated and bogged down her functionality, but the loss from pack members leaving that had been core essential to her striving’s original purpose.

Now that new members had joined her inner circle, she began experiencing traces of renewed strength and strategies’ vision returning.

Hearing a youngling warble-sing howl.

While the family would arise
Deft and nimbly assembling,

She would continue to rest as
Cells gathered reinforcements

Though there was daily chaos
It was the kind that resets bio

Rhythms that reassure system
Life promises its beneficience

But having family around her felt validating.

He was feeling disconnected and unsure about everything, wondering if he had made the right decisions.

Passing by in focus to keep managing things, she diverted, caught his eyes, and lightly paw-slapped his face.

“Naughty Wolf,” she teased him.

And with a flick of her tail in his direction, set off again.

Soon they would be arriving and
There’d be much happy yapping

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