33 ~ called to home...

With the advent of dusk,  where daylight is about to go, the grief the wolf felt is being amplified. And much more so when the last ray of light has left ushering darkness and despair to this wounded soul.

Weakness and hunger don't matter to him at that time. But soon he will try to stand and continue on living as his mother has done before him along the shrubberies, the trees and the wide open spaces of Amandiwin. 

Day may give way to night. The light of the sun is never lost as moonlight takes over bathing everything in serene celestial light which in itself comes from the sun. 

In his weakened state, he felt an all too familiar warmth. He opened his eyes. A vision of a majestic and regal likeness of his mother came into view. Her presence approaching him allowing him to smell her fragrance in the night air. The darkness of the evening is slowly being lifted as moonlight poured in. 

She wrapped her warmth around him lifting his loneliness. But then he must realize that she has now become a wandering soul and must journey to the river of acquiescence within the midst of a road shrouded in lucent haze lighted upon by the moon. 

The time for a fitting farewell is at hand. She is called to home...

As she is about to leave, whilst turning her back... she augured him not to follow suit. She then looked at the sky and at the stars directing his gaze towards it as if she is telling him that she will just be there in the heavens at a glance... Walking slowly, their distance widened as the sight of her back moves away from him becoming smaller until she can no longer be seen. He can only sob...

In the opaque darkness, faint swirls surround the outline of the earth spirit approaching the wolf then embracing him close to her chest... her heart...