Historical Setting, unknown
Waking in a tiny shelter made with one deer hide folded this wolf companion, I call Little Brother, is still here and he has chewed our water skin to pieces. It’s just the kind of thing an adolescent wolf would do. He has no imagination for any future need we would have for water. Maybe critters have no imagination for future needs at all. They just go on with no plan or preparation. Maybe imagination is only human. It’s frustrating right now. I prepared as best as I could, I cleaned a skin just to carry water, and now it’s been torn up in pieces just for what – polishing a wolf’s teeth – keeping the youth occupied, while I slept?
People plan. They make stuff and gather what they need. Then they pack up all the stuff and carry it with them on their backs.
So, what else did Little Brother ruin while I was sleeping? I know he could smell the scent of the meat slab I stashed behind our shelter. Oh, here it is. He watches me find it here, anxious to share it with me. What a good boy he is. He didn’t take it all for himself. Maybe he knows the importance of sharing or maybe he is just in the habit of having a higher-ranking wolf telling him when it is his turn to eat. I have no understanding of the mind of a wolf. But this morning we both share the half-frozen meat, and it is a very fine way to start the day.
I’m hoping that today I will be able to find a human family where I can get my bearings and learn what this time and place is into which I have awakened to life.
Last night I saw a fire and some threads of smoke that speak to me of a human gathering. So today I will walk north along the sea between waterfront and forest. The short daylight in this region will only allow me to walk the far distance I can see ahead of me, maybe that is about ten miles. Starting off, I walk a consistent line while Little Brother runs his frantic circles in and out of the forest. I suppose he is looking for wolves or maybe small animals for food that he can hunt alone, but whatever it is, he isn’t finding it, so he keeps returning to me.
(Continues tomorrow)
Lazarus Ink 
What a precious partnership with Little Bear. I “see” it in my mind thanks to your beautiful drawing, too. Often, I find nature and animals connect more with me than humans. Or I with them? Happy Thanksgiving
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Thank you. In our house one of our Thanks that is given is for the anniversary of adopting a dog — so grateful for her always gracious greetings.
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So precious! Happy anniversary to her adoption. I understand. My rescue, Finn, truly rescued me! Her neverending love is divine!
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Yes, that is how it goes.
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