Alpha Wolves
by Margaret C. Rigsby

I am your she-wolf following behind you
trying to keep your quick pace.
The snow falls heavily upon us as we speed through drifts deep,
I plow downwards to the bottom.
You stop instinctively, racing back to rescue me from danger
pulling me by my nape.

Your tongue licks my snout and I wince.
Smelling the blood you lie beside me in the frigid snow
licking my bleeding paw cut deeply from my fall.
Finally the bloods stops flowing and I lie my head across your massive torso.

I am exhausted from our journey.
I feel the new life moving about inside me,
the new life you spewed into my loins from yours.  
I do not understand this, I only know
I will cherish the pups as I cherish you for giving them to me.
As your alpha-mate, we will propagate a pack, seize a territory and live in peace,
if the two-legged animals will stop destroying us.

We lie closely together, snow falling, still I feel protected 
by your devotion.
You keep me warm and allow me rest until it is time to forge ahead once again.
Your snout nudges me from sleep, licking me
it is time to follow my he-wolf to our new home.
Time for me to whelp our litter.
Time for me to take my place in the society of wolf hierarchy
beside My He-Wolf.

© 1998 - 2005

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