Category: Lone Wolf

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

She knew a thing or two, about a thing or two.

A pack could thrive well on this foundation.

In her opinion, they could spend the rest of their lives together, loving and pleasing each other.

She’d always been.

Of course she’d like to be wooed, but with having incurred such losses in the past, she’d rather have secured first a solid mateship.

That’s the thing about aging: gained wisdom and understanding from experience – but even less tolerance for “wasting” time.

She still did not understand how the mating game worked.

All she knew was that she had waited, been kind and diligent despite everything – and that she could no longer tolerate uncertainty in a male’s actions.

She was about to go out there and tear a piece out of his hind end for arousing her need and teasing her without real option.

“Nothin’ like havin’ the trap on the other paw.”

“Males.”

“I love you and I want you!” she bark-snapped out at him briefly at the entrance – then turned, stiff-legged with hackles raised as she stalked back into her den’s quiet solitude.

“If you don’t want to join up with me, stop sniffing around my den,” she low-growled, hidden within her sanctuary, at the primed male wolf still too wary in his approaching.

The hunters were farther off now, chasing more easy prey for their trophies.

She had doubled back by secret trails, and now returned to the sounds of resumed joyful bird song, insects flitting, and the light breeze gently brushing along the tall, fluff-seeding grasses.

Yet the emptiness of his absence was profound.

The male wolf had left the region.

She growled low under her breath at how she could have been so foolish as to think that he might have been interested in her.

She wasn’t sure if he was to be her mate, but she would lead the hunters away from him.

“She disliked it when mated males showed interest, and when unmated males came near her.

They didn’t share her vision.”

“Prey had been scarce lately, but she caught whiff of a strong trail – and set off padding soft-but-swiftly after it.”

At the gathering, she recognized a few had traveled from farther away than was usual.

They ranged around her at distance, nonchalantly mingling with the other visitors naturally – separate, yet together.

It was their behavior that was similar in how they looked at her at different times, and then communicated directly to one who was their leader.

She could sense intention pass between them, as if her ears were selective antennae able to pick up on their rare frequencies discussing their impressions of her.

She couldn’t hear what they conveyed, but their signals seemed generally excited and positive, though wary.

And their shared energetic scent signatures underlying individual character roused the queen in her, causing her blood to quicken.

A younger female approached her early on, asking a polite and friendly question – and she was playfully responsive, dropping her guard while inclusive.

For the attractive males, however, their strong energy caused her leadership  instinct to kick in, making her walk around straight-legged with tail puffed, displaying that she was no submissive to be dismissed nor taken advantage of.

Phermones of dominance poured from her in waves as self protective response to their presence, and instead of allowing herself to feel intimidated, she found herself rising to the occasion.

Her body had never reacted this way before, so internally she was flustered where her normal behavior was to blend – yet her instinct had been to show her strength’s worth to gain their approval.

She could hardly contain her excitement, knowing she would be greeting them all soon and welcoming them into her territory.

She’d been needing her own pack family, and though she was unsure how much she could do with them, she looked forward to their many romping investigations.

“I hear family far off may be returning!”

A wolf needs its pack.

She hadn’t had a mate to curl up next to and share the burden of leadership with for far too many, too long seasons.

She refused to be a craven beast.

It bound her up – yanking and pulling hard at joints and sinews every time she moved in any direction to escape it.

But, slowly, she was figuring out how to untangle herself from its torment as she leaned into the pain whining and testing.

“When spirit walkers travel through other territories, they are subject to other influences.”

“Sometimes, kindred spirits travel far away from each other.”

Having been encroached and poached upon, she was careful when she became attracted, for she never wanted to have anyone hurt by her actions – as others had done harm to her.

She couldn’t help but listen for the secrets in the wind being conveyed by trees, birds, the sky, and swirling leaves.

She created false trails and hid trace of her existence.

In the past, she used to allow her yearning to sing forth from her heart in long, drawn out howls to the moon.

But these days, reflecting on what little good it had done in attempts to conjure her mate, she wondered what was the point of anymore trying?

It was amazing how one day, things could be so blue – and the next, everything shifts for the better.

Hell NO! She did NOT want any young and wasteful, destructively ignorant and selfish males-in-rut sniffing around her territory!

Curled up to keep warm while shivering within the shelter of a great tree’s roots, she assessed her life’s efforts and, though proud for what she had provided, allowed herself to cry for the losses incurred to her self.