Jul 26, 2008 01:48
A wolf. Nothing else but a wolf. And I truly believe that I was a wolf once and will be again. Dashing through the snow - I can feel it , feel my coat and the slender muscles beneath. Running with my mouth open, the tongue hanging out and I'm panting from the exercise and the exitement. Hunting in my pack with a strong sense of solidarity AND independence. White wilderness, polar waste, snow, iciness.
Long ago I was in Alaska during the winter. I still dream of it from time to time. Waking up with an insatiable craving for white and cold.
A few years ago professor Klinghammer gave me the opportunity to live with a pack of wolfes for a short while and it was breathtaking. I will never ever understand how a human being is capable of killing such a graceful and noble creature. It can only be enviousness and greed. Beshrew thee huntsman!
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