Behind my house is a forest.
A deep, dark, threatining, inviting forest.
It beckons me to wander into it's boundries,
and take shelter under it's trees.

At night I sit on my chair and look up at the stars,
and stare, wondering if my unknown relatives are looking at the same sky.
I hear the sounds of the forest, and listen to the most beautiful music of all;
the wolves.

The first time I saw one I was a bit terrified.
She was all white, with one single black ear, and eyes as golden as the sun.
"Come" she said. "Come into my forest, wandering, wondering child."
She needn't have said anything. Her eyes spoke her thoughts, and her mouth barely even moved.

So I followed,
I followed the magnificent creature into the forest.

This was when I wished that I could speak wolves, because their howls, while they peirced the silence, they were as beautiful as a flute playing a sweet melody, or a guitar, with someone's skillful hands playing a song of thanksgiving.

I named her Cindy, after my mother, the mother I had never known.
She had something on her neck...what was it? Another human must've put it there.
It was a collar...a tracking collar? I didn't know. It had an eagle talon on it.
Maybe my long-lost Native American kin put it on her!

She brought me to her pack, who waited expectantly. They all have names too!
Harp, Melody, Harmony, Muse, Jayk, Fjord, and Agnus.
They were all so special to me,
until they came.

All I remember was a loud thud, a heartwrenching cry, and howls of remose, regret, and pain. I ran into the forest I once shared with them, but Fjord and Jayk guarded my way. Fjord carried something in his teeth, and dropped it at my feet.

An eagle talon...