2. Beginning

We were driving through misty mountains, snow was blowing in the front of the car; even with the heat on it was still cold. We've been driving in a blizzard for hours, the moving truck had to contact us several time via radio because 'he had a hard time seeing us'. We were still, roughly, ten kilometers away from our cabin. It is the same cabin my mother used to live in when she was a child; I would get her old room, Aero would get the room across the hall from me, and our parents would get the room on the second floor. They would have a spectacular view of the wild country surrounding our cabin, the view I craved. Living there might mot be as bad as I once thought. The best thing I'd have to say about our 'house' is that it was secluded. I smiled, the place was really growing on me, and we weren't even there yet. Now the only thing that could change my opinion would be the people that lived there.

I was brought out of my thoughts when a black figure dashed in front of our car and my brother screaming, "DAD!" while Ramen slammed on the brakes and pulled over. What was that? Was the first thought that came to my mind, but it was to big to be anything but a… bear?

"What was that?" I asked before my brother could go on about how my dad could have killed the 'animal' that jumped out in front of the car.

"I believe it was a bear…" my mother trailed off unsure, "But I could be wrong." She concluded.

"I don't think it was a bear," my father spoke ominously, we all looked at him waiting for him to continue. "I believe it was a wolf."

"But wolves don't get that big," I stated, they knew wolves were my passion. "And they live in the mountains away from humans."

"But," my father raised his hand to stop my ranting. "What if these wolves aren't normal wolves?" he asked. I stared at him, if they weren't normal wolves, what kind of wolves could they be? And why does he know so much about them? "We'll talk when we get home." My father stated in a voice that clearly said drop the subject.

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"Ten minutes," my mother's soft voice drifted towards me, I sighed in relief. Two and a half hours of driving and my legs were getting numb. Just the though of getting out of this moving metal cage had me smiling. Thinking of something to do I grabbed a note book and pen out of the console. Thinking of my favorite animal the words came easily.

Howls

Don't cry wolf,

Your fur pale white,

Lying in a field of green,

On this snowy night.

Pack

Running with your pack mates,

Each willing and free,

To each their own fate,

So beautiful to me.

The Howl of The Wolf

The eerie sound of the wolfy tunes,

Echoing through the darkness,

It blooms.

Golden rays of pure light,

To save thy heart forever,

Right.

Looking, longing forever more,

Thanks to all whom they adore.

Hunted

Beating hearts of love and loss,

The wolf lying on a bed of moss.

Relief flowing through its veins,

To ease it's growing pains.

Hunted on the rocky plains,

Shadowed by unspoken names,

Hoping to be free once more,

To even out the unfair score.

When running from a fate,

They chose,

Trying to heal from,

The hardened blows.

Walking on a path un-named,

All while being tamed,

To do as a man so claims.

The wolf looked to the heavens,

Begging, pleading,

To be once again the wild beauties,

That legend once claimed.

Souls tattered and broken,

Never leaving, always outspoken.

Haunted by unruly foes,

While hunting prey,

The graceful doe's.

I smiled to myself; a picture or words could never capture the true beauty of wolves.

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"We're here," My mother screeched happily, jumping out of the car when it came to a stop and running to the house. I rolled my eyes, my mother could be so childish at times, but you got to love her. Tearing the piece of paper that I used into my pocket, I quickly put the note pad and pen back into the console, I jumped out of the car slowly following my brother and father through the snowy powder.

"Mars, come on!" I blushed, that was the nic-name everyone in my family called me, I only let close friends call me it. Shantell, as I call her when I'm mad, motioned us forward with her hands. She was growing more impatient with every step that we took.

Looking at the beautiful cabin, a wave of awe swept over me, I stood there with my mouth opening and closing trying to find words that could sum up what this place looked like. I heard laughing from behind me and looked to see my brother with the same look on his face. I couldn't help but giggle too.

The cabin was two stories high, with wide windows, and huge doors. It was made of huge redwood logs and had a natural glow about it that just screamed 'home'. My parents had huge, proud smiles on their faces.

"Do you like it?" Shantell asked clearly knowing the answer.

"Yeah, mom, It's breathtaking. Are we really living here?" I asked skeptically. My mom, being my mom, just giggled and nodded. Motioning for us to follow her, we walked towards the door all but my dad. I'm guessing that he had to stay behind so he could greet the moving truck man. My mom stuck the key in the lock and turned. It was clear that they had the handles and locks replaced.

Stepping aside my mom opened the door. We slowly made our way inside, drinking in the sight of our new home. On the far wall was a wolf mural. It drew my eyes and I couldn't look away. There was a wolf sitting on a rock, howling to two moons, one red the other one was like the moon we see everyday. It was shaded so you couldn't clearly see the wolf. Obviously the focal point of the painting was the two moons. "Mom?" I asked hesitantly, "Why are there two moons in that mural?" She just smiled I could tell this was going to be good.

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So what do you think? I wrote the poems are they good?

Sincerely,

Puppylover234