Lone Wolf 5 – The Den

It was a long time ago that the Wolf had its forest. He knew the mountains, the rivers and lakes. There was no tree that did not have his scent, there was no animal that did not know his breath. That time passed and men began to settle in the woods. Tents and camps, moved into houses and huts, evolved into towns and cities, and yet, the Wolf remained. For this was still his land, and he sought to protect and guard it. The men that tried to tame the land eventually left and once again the Wolf remained alone. But when something unexpected happened, he once again felt life surge into the land. Grand forests rose up and the children of nature woke up and flourished. He did not care. As with the birth of the world, as with its eventual death, he will remain as its true protector. 

When man had left this time, he had left his city behind in ruinous decay. Buildings toppled and crumbled. It would only be a matter of time until the works of men became mountains again. Mountains lined with iron, steel, and aluminum. The vast ore deposits of other mountains had also once been structures of vast superiority that everyone came to look upon them. Then floods washed away their traces and once again the forests rose up. This was once again history repeating. 

But the Wolf remained. 

As the structures fall and crumble, there are some that fall ever so neatly. And make a cave of sublime wonder and protection. Perhaps it is here that the Wolf can rest once again for a time. The ever watchful, ever breathing Grand Wolf. The essence of Life and Death. 

Who is it that has come to the dead city? What traveler seeks to know the wisdom of ages past? A wizard some say, naught more than a wind say others. A passing wind and his best friend have come to seek a lost truth and a myth. Perhaps they will find the Wolf, perhaps they are being hunted.