Howling against the wind,
The wolf sits atop the mountain.
Moon shines down on glistening snow.
Quelling fear I walk on,
In darkness amid the trees.
Wolves leap along the track,
Their green eyed glow, reflected by my torch,
Stay to one side of me
Fearful of the stranger in their realm.
Howl back at the moon,
Step quiet in the dark,
Leave fear behind in the old town,
Come out and see the shining stars
And howl against the dark.
I dont live in a country with wolves, but a lot of the stories about them attacking are apparently mythical. However I would not want to be bitten by one, they could carry diseases like rabies. Wolves are powerful predators, they are pack animals and follow a dominant male and female pair. I would love to see a real one in the wild, but not in captivity. I saw the pelt of one at the weekend at a Saxon reinactment. I hope it was old and historic and not a recent purchase.
Howling against the dark and wind feels like how it would be, icy cold, your breath turning into ice crystals. The feeling of wide spaces and high hills. Freedom, Beauty, life.