Author's Notes: This is about a wolf's call to the pack. It came to mind after my wolf/husky started howling at a fire truck's siren.
Disclaimer: Wolf's Rain doesn't belong to me.
PackSong
The call
It guides me
It catches my mind
My heart
The song
Lifting and free
I know where I must belong
Away from all of this
I must leave this city
Where I scrounger for food
In garbage pails
And trash bins
Away from the humans
Who kick and throw things
Away from these terrible scents
Which clog my nose with their horribleness
No
I must be free
Free to run across the wide and open tundra
To feel the earth beneath my paws
As that call lifted again
Another and another joined in
'Til it was a song
A packsong
Standing at the edge of the city
The place I've lived all these years
I could feel the pull grow
Stronger
But to leave the place
Where I've lived for so long
Took much more strength
Than I expected
One more howl
A howl of welcome
Four figures stared at me
From the top of a hill close by
I never looked back