29 June 2012
Padding along silently, I move through my realm as a ghost. Not one you see, or hear unless I choose it. I have my family with me, all skilled hunters, all capable of reaching that higher state of concentration. They can become spectres, just like myself. Only the snow records our presence, our wide paws leaving their mark upon this desolately beautiful landscape. We are always on the move, looking for the next target. A caribou here, a bison there... But the best of all our skills is how we howl. In howling, we pour out our souls, a mournfully chilling sound to all those who hear but cannot understand. We are predators, monsters to some, but to us we are just masters of our element...
I.Sparrow
Wolf Howl • Opuss № I