The beast stirs. Quietly sat, drained yet content. A long night meeting pack members words unspoken but knowing glances and quiet smiles, sending those who had passed on their way with a smile and a warm embrace of eyes. No words were needed. The love that was always will be, in the flesh and the spirit and the knowing that they will meet again sometime. The tribe of hearts and souls.

The flames burning brightly, remembering, the warmth encasing the heart. Banishing old ways, making a path for the new, growth. They are never far, but tonight they came to visit. They shared laughter, and mischievious mirth. Sage wafted through the air in a hazy cloud, the flames of the candles flicking brightly, a reflection in the deep blue crystal laid infront. Photographs and memories, tears and sorrow. A wolf’s cry is heard. Head bowed the lights go out, one by one, they depart. She settles in her corner, her den dark. Goodbye my friends until we see each other again.

The wind raging, a small glimmer of moon faint upon the night sky. A tear glistens, she begins to cast out the unwanted, the despair, the light begins to glow, a lone candle for the lone wolf. The candle of beginnings. Growth, sustinance, life never ends, the circle never ends. She licks her lips, the salty taste of sorrow assaults her, a chant begins, rumblings deep, mind encased by light she casts off the darkness, beginnings stir. She drifts off. Tomorrow we shall talk to the stones, tonight we talked to the whispers in the trees.