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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4274 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Wolfwearing alan addotto The Vision (Wolfway-- -A Christmas present 12-24-02) When I saw him he was alone. A great black shouldered, gray and brown Alpha, granite boulder still beneath the longleaf pines. Him-- standing on the frozen chapped cracked lip, razored edge of the clearing as if holding the temporarily civilized pinned beneath his front paws. Standing with the umberlight of the trees held caught in his back claws. There was little doubt that the rest of the pack ---the bitches and sub males--- waited inside the darkness with the Alpha Bitch. Wolf Mother. Catching him in crystalline technical-ized eyes I watch fascinated as he shadow-strutted along the edge of the openness not afraid------ Patriarchal. Proud. I watched as he walked out into the clearing threw back his head opening that ivory portcullis mouth and howled. I had him cross-haired, the distance down-- millimeter-fraction compensated. There would be no missed hit. One neat shot ----A pelt worth a month of flatland work. Mine! "Howl, you big beautiful bastard." No longer in me-- ------------------ that glint that reflection of sharp snowlight caught and sent off the front lens. He is behind it now-- the Alpha male. I sense him there with his slit yellow wolf eyes at the back of the scope. Then the certain knowledge that what animates that Alpha has nothing to do with muscle and skin and fur and bone nothing so petty as a fear of death. Nor man-made limitations. No. I see him rise, put down the rifle throw his head back and howl using my throat----my body. I join him using his. |
