The Grief of a Wolf

The wind is cold though the sun is out

Grey clouds dot the sky

Block almost all light

A rain pour nears

The plain weeps and mourns

As I do the same

Here, I stand in the elements trying desperately to seek solitude and comfort

Though it is vain for I receive none

I let out a cry of anguish and the storm echoes my cry

Thunder clashes in the sky and lightning flashes in the distance

The wind blows my wet fur about

I scarcely notice

My grief is beyond comfort

Beyond the help of any

My irises flash yellow as another lightning bolt strikes

Another yell explodes from my throat

All those who lived on the plains have sought the shelter

But not I

The pain and grief holds me where I stand

The place where I received the news of the death of my sister!

The thunder is now my voice and the rain my tears

The wind is my breath which I inhale to cry my anguish to the skies above

A lightning bolt strikes near me but I barely heed it

For I have lost a part of me that I can never get back

She was young!

Too young to die!

Why?

Why!

Birthing was what had killed her and her children

The journey of life that was just beginning ended in death

I clutch my teeth, tasting blood as one of my fangs dug into my gum

Salt and water mix as I let my tears fall from my eyes

Rocks and other objects fly towards me

I pay them no heed, even when they hit me, some drawing blood

My grief has made me numb to the rest of the world

My body is no longer my own thus I do not care about it as I once did

Blood now runs from wounds that had been and still is being inflicted upon me

I let out a roar and it is echoed throughout the skies

Then I feel myself falling into the dark abyss

I felt nothing

Dawn came and the sun came out

The storm clouds drifted away to let life resume

A softer and comforting wind blows through the grass now

Peace and joy is once more in the air

But on a hill made of rock and grass

A lone wolf lies

He is still and unmoving

Blood cover his body marking where each wound lay

He was well known to the plainsdwellers

A good friend and a good ally

They had heard his voice upon the wind that past night

They knew they would never understand the grief he felt

The light in the wolf’s eyes are now gone

Though gone, one could still see what the wolf felt in his last moments

He is at peace now and it is evident

For a handsome smile seems to be on the wolf’s lips

Flowers now flourish where the kind wolf once lay

All identical in color and markings save for one difference

It is a difference that none can see even if he or she tried

It is a difference that will forever remain a mystery