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Stopping, he listens to the sounds of Mother Earth, before running on.

Thunder crashes in the distance, but he is not afraid.

His muzzle is white with age and his eyes show wisdom, truth and courage.

His coat shows the scars of long ago battles. Battles fought mostly with Man.

He stops again, and sniffs the air.

Rain spirits are coming.

He howls joyfully and waits for the answering call, for his lady is waiting...

Eagerly, he runs on, soon to be reunited with his mate.

True love never dies in the heart of a wolf and it beats strongly in his....

They are in no hurry, for they had a good hunt this morning and their hunger is appeased for the moment.

They pause and drink their fill at a stream, and take their rest on the dewy grass. The coolness and the gentle gurgle lulling them to sleep.

The she-wolf rests her head upon his paw and drifts away into slumber, knowing that his watchful eyes will keep her safe from harm.

He sighs, contentedly, and watches his mate as she falls into a sweet dream. Dreams filled with him.