Glacier Kumos
SkyeBearAlone, always alone.
I travel from place to place, searching for a place to belong. But I always leave. I am always alone.
There was a time when I was surrounded by Pack. Running together, sleeping under stars and hunting in green lands.
Alone.
They were taken from me, horrible ripping sounds. Red everywhere. A mad dash through the trees.
Lost.
Alone.
I was small then, just a pup. Surviving was hard. Everything was bigger than me, fiercer. Everywhere I looked there was danger. I scavenged for food, never anything fresh.
I reached the age of 16, barely. My stomach was always empty and my muscles ached from running. I tried to fit into a village. I didn’t understand the rules. They shunned me and I ran.
Alone.
In the forest again. Predators attack. They are well fed, they could easily beat me. I ran. I fought.
Anger.
I won.
I felt power in me. I claimed the forest. I protected the claim, fought for it.
I won.
Alone.
I grew tired of being alone and left for new places. There would be others like me. They would be alone but then we would wouldn’t be alone.
Full moon. Men Running. One fell.
I looked at him. He stared at me. He played with me.
Happy.
They hurt him. He was fading.
Alone.
No.
Not alone. Never again.
I bit him. I saw him. A wolf the color of fire.
We ran.
Together.
Together.
Together.
