SilverRabbits

You Are a Wolf You are a wolf. A metre tall at the shoulder. A lion's mane on your back. A mate at your side. You are a wolf. Living in the golden beech woods. Living in silence. Living with a fear of nothing. You are a wolf. Playing with the pack. Hunting with your mate. Home again safe. You are a wolf. Watching, with hawk-yellow eyes. Listening, with sharp ears. Smelling, with a moist black nose. You are a wolf. Caught, in mid-jump. Poised, in mid-flight. Found, in mid-life. You are a wolf. Knowing, hiding. Silently watching. Secretive, but powerful. You are a wolf.

The little puppy whined, uncertain why she was left alone by the tree. She didn’t like being near the tree. She couldn’t play like she loved doing. At first, she just sat there, a pretty brown, cream and white wolfdog with bright blue eyes waited for her owners to come back. Surely there’d been a mistake. There was something keeping her near the tree, and she didn’t like that either. She couldn’t get rid of it. She was hungry, too. No one had come, and she couldn’t find anything to eat. Whining still, the puppy curled at the base of the tree, still watching the direction that her owners had vanished. Surely