The Wolf Who Walks Between Pines
In the hush of cedar and drifting mist,
the Wolf stands where stories gather.
Its coat carries the curves of wind and water,
lines of old rivers moving through fur and bone.
Above, the sky listens—
clouds shaped like ancestral breath,
watching as the Wolf waits,
neither rushing nor afraid.
This is the keeper of paths unseen,
the teacher of balance and belonging.
It knows that strength lives in the circle,
that survival is shared, not claimed alone.
When the Wolf looks at you,
it is not judgment you feel,
but remembrance—
of who you walk with,
of promises made to the land beneath your feet.
In the forests of the Pacific Northwest,
the Wolf still speaks without sound:
move with respect,
honor the bond,
and remember—
you are never truly alone.
Effortlessly hang up
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