For Mike
November 2nd 1984 - June 12th 2001
When I came into this world eons ago, wolves were the respected guardians of the forests. The primitive tribes of humans looked to us for protection and guidance. Times were peaceful, at least between human and wolf.
Times have changed.
I grew to loath the selfish creatures, weak in both mind and body. They once worshiped me out of respect but that soon grew to fear. The humans eventually forgot how they once lived in hand with nature as their civilization advanced to accommodate new technologies. They raped the land, stripping her of her vegetation and robbing the soil of its life. I drove those vile creatures from my land. Many trespassers met death by my jaws.
Well over a decade ago, a moment for one as old as I, something happened that changed the way I look at humans. To me, they were a plague upon the earth. The world's survival depended on their annihilation. But several years ago I realized that perhaps it was wrong to say every single human was evil. There had been rogue wolves who'd betrayed their pack. Perhaps, with an educated upbringing, in turn there was such a thing as a "good" human.