They call him great light. He was there in the beginning when the first brothers ran free. They howled at him for protection. They howled their thanks. By his light they stalked, hunted, and survived. The bond with the pack was made under his great light. His soft touch strengthened me and willed me to push onward. He shared memories with the first brothers and now he shares the tales of the wolves. They call him friend. His greatness is consistent and predictable. The pack works together with the brother to be strong. We sing our thanks to his power. They call him the moon. We call him friend. We call him WOLF BROTHER.
September 27, 2012