bob07

at the age of 13 i was sent into the forest by the elders of my small village to prove myself a man. my one task, to come home with the head of a white wolf. not an easy task, many don’t return. i set out to start my journy but it was shortly ended as i ran into two large white wolfs in the forest not far from where i once called home. i took my battle stance, my blood was pounding through my viens. i was ready for a blood spilling fight. but then i saw it… the look in the wolfs eyes. they weren’t looking for a fight, they were sad, lonely, as if a terrible burden has been layed upon them. i stood up, the wolfs seemed to under stand that i was backing down, but i had to take into acount they are still wild animals, i stood on gaurd. i was ready for anything… or so i thought. the wolf in the back walked towards me. as i clenched my blade i thought to myself, mabey the wolf is friendly, mabey its always the humans who are starting the fights. as my blade hits the ground i kneel to see what the wolf has to do, but what happened next i would never have foreseen. it spoke, and explained to me how he and his wife were just out for a walk to try and get over a very recent mis carage, seeing the pain and sadness in the wolfs eyes i no longer had will to fight. i embraced the wolf with open arms and that was the start to my new child hood. the wolfs took me in as there son. i learned to eat, hunt and act, like a wolf. i still live with them today. just waiting for the day when another misguided and misinformed child like i once was walces into these forests…. and that will be the day when the tables turn….