18/09/2026
The wounded wolf retreats to the den. Howling, limping, dribbling, she throws herself onto the Earth.
Smothered in blood and darkness all around, a hum of peace and quietness pervades the air.
She is no longer consumed or remotely interested in the activities of the pack, she has her own urgent business to attend to.
2 days pass. 2 days of silently licking her wounds with nothing else but solitude and the safety of the den. She opens her eyes. A new energy is arriving. A whole season has been and gone and she is hungry to return. Gently, gently, gently.
Her appetite is insatiable. The wolf is slowly called back to the cubs, the hunt, the pack. Back, and ready to eat.
*Not Ai, not copied, translated from, or written by any other wolf.