The Spirit of the Wolf

While the world sleeps
The night watches and protects
The nocturnal waits and listens in the dark; hunting and preying
The moon and stars eat the nightmares; growing wiser and more hungry with each passing hour
But the night is not perfect it has evils in it; evils that don't dare sleep because of a hunt underway

The Spirit of the Wolf
A wolf, Alana, runs to the north gaining speed to run from her fears and threats
The ground shaking and burning as the humans set the forest ablaze with light
The peaceful night is shattered with the shouting and shooting of guns
Animals crying out in pain of the loss of their homes, familes, and wounds that can't be healed are withering on the ground waiting for their deaths
The wolf hears it all the begging and pleading and crying as she rushes past the animals trying to save herself
She is a white ghost running through the forest of hell amoung the once peaceful night of the full moon
Her pack once a thriving one that all the creatures in this forest feared has been sperated from on another
She was the alpha female leading her pack in their territory in the black hills killing and feeding when needed to survive
As she was running she was praying; praying that she survived and that she would meet up with the rest of her family soon
Behind her she could hear the running of footsteps and the shouting of men yelling that they have another one
A shot was fired from a gun
She than heard a howl that was followed by a yelp of pain making her stop dead in her tracks lifting her nose to the air she could smell the fresh scent of blood and the familiar scent that was only Nenna.