WALKER

I am the one you see in the shadows. I walk with the Grey Ones for they are my sisters and brothers. Our spirits are one. Their fears are my own and my joys are theirs. The wind is our messenger and friend. The moon is our guiding light. When you find yourself alone and without a companion, send out a howl; for the wolves and the WolfWalkers are with you always.

I walk in the shadows and shun the light. My only companions are the Grey Ones. Our destinies are entwined as one. I feel their pain and hear their cry for help. I am one among many who take up the fight for our fanged brothers and sisters. I speak their words and listen to their voices in the wind. I walk their trails and stalk their prey. I am the Guardian of the Wolves.

I am the mysterious one. I am the one who you turn from and call strange. You say that I pick hopeless battles and fight without a cause. You do not see the truth in my words. The Pack is but a stepping stone. Your destruction of our world shall be your downfall. You scatter the Grey Ones like autumn leaves and assume they will not return. But like the leaves, the Wolves blossom and return from your torture. We stalk the shadows because we are denied the light. You say that we are creatures of fear but it is merely your misunderstanding which speaks. Listen to our songs and let your heart learn and soften. We merely ask for the respect we deserve.

We once ran in numbers where you touch was not yet felt. We lived in peace with our human brothers and sisters. You saw our grace and mystique but then could not see past our fangs and hunter lives. You built your world without consideration for ours. You bring easy prey and set it at our dens. You then proceed to punish us for following our instincts. We enter into your nightmares and fairy tales as the evil creatures you perceive us to be. A select few refuse to accept your lies and dark age beliefs. They see the light in our eyes and hear the love in our songs. They once again see past our ways and into the truth of our personalities. They are the Guardians of the Wolves and the WolfWalkers.

I walk with the wolves for they accept who I am. They question not my motives or ideas. They ask only that a bond be honoured between human and nature. They call whom they will and entreaty them to serve as they can. Some spread the word, some run directly with the wolves, yet all are welcome in the sight of the wolves. We are the Kindred. Our spirits are joined in the name of the Fang. We call the Moon our sister and the Wind our friend. Honour is paramount between us. Should it be broken, then it is a death warrant for the betrayer.

The shadows call, run with me my Wolf Brother. Lend me your eyes and ears and let me walk in your world. This human world holds no promise for me. I long for the feel of the ground beneath my feet and the wind in my face. I crave the song of the Pack and the lust of the hunt. I dream of the forest trails and the mountain cliffs. The forest beckons and I must heed its summons. I see amber eyes in the trees. I hear your welcoming on the wind. I feel your fur beneath my fingers. You accept me as one of your own and greet me as such. You give me the title of Guardian and hold me to the ancient promise. I give my life to the Pack and thereby speak your words and feel your emotions. I've found my place in this life and it is as a Lady of the Wolves.

My mind wanders to thoughts of gray fur and scents on the wind. My dreams are filled with forest trails and mountain cliffs. My ears strain for the faintest sound. I long for your freedom my Wolf Brothers and Sisters. Your songs are a never-ending summons for a time long past when you were allowed to haunt the trails and dance in the mists. You are misunderstood by my human family. Man has made you into the creatures of nightmares; to be killed on sight. Your song reflects the pain of your ancestors and begs for a release. If only your magic could soften the hearts of those with power in my world. I pledge my soul to being a Guardian and wish for the day when you once again have your homes and can return to the ways of the past.

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