Author's Notes: This is my opinion on how the actual way to reach Paradise is.

Disclaimer: One can never even try to own the wild.

To Reach Paradise

In order to reach our Paradise

We must continue to run

But why do we trust

A flower to guide us?

Do you know if she's right?

If she really knows the way?

The white wolf

Kiba

He leads the way

And reaches for his dream

The silver wolf

Tsume

He is the street-warrior

A weaver of battle and blood

The gold wolf

Hige

The clown

The noble's pet

And the brown-red wolf

Toboe

A cub to them all

But loyal to the end

But what of myself?

Where do I fit in?

I don't

I cannot belong

My path lies alone

Forever

Across the artic tundra

And the heated deserts

I will follow my own path

To my own personal Paradise

No one will keep me back

I will succeed

But sometimes I wonder

As I travel

If all this is worth

Reaching Paradise

Is it even a place I belong?

Or must I forever run?

A lone howl pierces the night

And there's nobody to answer

My call is unheeded

As normal there is only silence

I continue on

Weary paws finding a winding trail

Where it led me

I've never been before

Snow changed into lush grass

Bitter cold to gentle warmth

I stood there

Panting wearily

Where was this place

That I have found myself?

The fields seemed to stretch forever

Endless past even the horizon

What was this place?

This place of endless bounty?

And then I understood

The answer was clear

To reach Paradise

One had to give up

To give up in themselves

And allow everything to catch up

Somehow I knew

That somewhere in a snowy forest

Lay the frozen body

Of a large wolf

I know that if I try to leave here

I will vanish forever

In order to reach Paradise

Your life had to be sacrificed

Paradise is DEATH