How the Fiery-One taught the wolves to Hunt

Long long ago two-legs, there was a fiery woman who ran with us, the big Pack. She was not wolf nor man but she like you, two-legs, knew our ways in her heart. You knew of pack, and of hunting and the joy of running and singing to the Moon. She came and learned from us two-legs, and spent much time, speaking with our pups and our bitch-mothers who were having pups. She spoke to the young and told them stories about where she was from.

When the pups grew older they asked about where she was from and she told them it was far far away. They begged her to show them this place. So she came to me(us) and said she wished to bring the pups to Her lands to Hunt. All wolves know how to hunt. But there was another prey she would teach them and another kind of hunting. We agreed, for they loved her so and she(the fiery one) was kind to us and we believed she loved the pups who had become wolves, and wolves would run as they wished as is the way. They broke off from the Pack and formed their own pack, as many have done before and since.

They ran with her, she on two legs them on four and she taught them to hunt, as men do. She taught them to stalk and wait, to plan and corner, to flank and work together. They were strong this pack they grew large and powerful from their kills, growing in size and number. They were taken to the land of the fiery one where she was from and they hunted strange things together. The wolves grew big, very very big and fey as well.

Most of the wolves stayed with her and hunted with her as Her Pack. Some came back and taught the Pack her ways of hunting. Not the scenting or the following but the tactics of the kill. We learned this but we did not find the pleasure she or Her Wolves found in the kill, in the victory they spoke of.

We are Wolves, we hunt for food and fight for protection. Victory over a meal means nothing to us. She and they moved away and did not come back. We still speak her name and she still has a place, as you do two-leg, if you care to run with us. But she does not visit, and the wolf-bitches do not wish her speaking to their pups anymore. It is said that she runs still with her Great Pack in the lands of the Fey, Spear in hand running as they lope along. We hear them sing their songs sometimes and we sing with them, they are far away but we will always be here for them. For we are the Pack and all wolves belong to the Pack in the end.

Thank you grandfather. Go child and sing a song about this. And come back and run with us, your brothers and sisters miss your voice.