The gray wolves gather to meet in their usual place
a circle of stone pillars topped with snow,
their shapes almost camouflaged on the icy ground
the pack leader jumps on top on the centre rock
and calls the meeting together
The lone wolf watches from outside the circle
he was never viewed as part of the group
he only came to answer the call
but knew he would never be included
There is something very different about this wolf
his eyes the colour of sapphires
he is still considered young in terms of age
in terms of experience he is much older than many
the scar marks are visible beneath his fur
these have made him more knowledgeable than the rest
From a young age he’s hunted alone
has known hunger but also knows about plenty
sometimes he’s shared his kills with other lone wolves
many times he has helped them survive
The moon has always stared down at him
almost with a look of disappointment
he can’t find the words to answer back yet
thinking that maybe it’s watching over him
guiding him to unseen opportunities
His destiny to him is far from certain
he can only see the future day by day
if he knew what would soon happen to him
it would give him a reason to survive another winter
In the coming years he will meet a mate
and that will transform his life forever
soon after they will have a pack of their own
a great source of pride for the pair
Though he will then live in greater comfort
he will never forget his lone wolf days
and if ever he learned to speak in the tongues of man
this is what he would say
My fellow lone wolves listen closely
there is still hope for each and every one
may you find your own mate and have a family
please always remember this
that no matter who you are
there will always be someone who loves you
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