Creature, Moon, Carving
I am a creature of the night, wandering the forest on All Hallows Eve, waiting for the moon to rise out of its slumber. The moon is carving streaks in the sky like claws on the branch of an oak tree.
Tonight is a special occasion; the night I find my howl. It is a wolf’s right of passage when they turn three. (Seven years for each human year). Mum and Dad watch as I prepare my voice.
Quiet at first, I sense the decibels push against the wind, and my howl is a brilliant rendition of hope. There is so much pride when they step forward, and join in. We are one family, one unit, and a group filled with love.