Lone Wolf part 4

The city park was quiet during the night. The mountains that lie just beyond the edge of the forest were snow capped and the people of the skyscrapers lived in a peaceful slumber. The cars of the town, only one or two were out in the early morning, shifted lazily through the streets. Small furry creatures from tiny field mice to bigger raccoons scurry around scavenging and searching for an easy meal. The forest used to be bigger, when the city was several generations younger. Now, the shadows of the stern buildings replaced the ever moving sway of the wind swept trees. The trickle of water as new creeks found their paths through the ever changing path of the forest floor, now ditches and drains allowed the water flow to remain clean and organized. 

A small gang of children were out and roaming the street, well past their bedtime. Out and amongst the shadows of night. They might have been mistaken for forest imps dancing in the shadows of the forest. Jeers and laughs, songs and mirth, not a care they had for the night and the coolness that it brought. The central area that they came to was a simple park filled with the original touchers of the sky. They knew not why this part of the city remained untouched, but they did not care. For this simple forest was their destination. This was the place where their imaginations soared. They were kings and queens standing far above the city. They sought to find the ever deepening secrets of the magical place.

The moon was full and one child had been split off from her friends. In her loneliness she came across an unusual place. It looked to be an old camping site. A small fire was lit and an old man sat next to it and tended to it. He gestured to the young girl to come and sit with him. Her cool blue eyes locked with his piercing green eyes. His eyes were mesmerizing, hypnotic. She went and sat next to him. 

His dark gray coat felt hairy and wiry. She could not help but want to touch it. Her eyes were glued to the fire, and it seemed to her that the flames danced with the visions of ages past. With men and women building and dancing, with the knocking of trees and rising of buildings. The fire rose higher as the deeper she looked. The visions became even more intense the more she watched. Two mountains were seen and a wolf was seen standing and howling for the moon, like it had been separated from its pack and longed to see it again.

The girl had fallen asleep on the man’s wiry warm coat. He gently picked her up and as quick as the wind and as silent as a shadow he moved her to the edge of the forest where she and her friends had entered. His piercing eyes looked to the rising moon and like a shadow once again the great wolf rose and vanished into the night.