The Wolves Are Always Walking
Story by Corran Orreaux on SoFurry
A short ballad about wolves.
The Wolves Are Always Walking There was a path, but not for us, a road implies an ending-- and for us, the wolves who walk, there is no place of mending No place of rest will take a wolf-- no respite, no repose, for the wolf is cursed to walk where only danger goes. And even then, and out of sight, the wolf is always chased, for those that have a road to walk fear a wolf displaced. So we walk, and so they follow, an eye always to our tracks. “A paw print!” they say, miles away “How dangerous these packs! “They’ll come for us, if we let ‘em! They’ll hunt us near to death! They’ll take our road and make us walk! They’ll leave us all bereft!” I can tell you little else, pup. No promise can I make, that one day, we won’t have to walk and our hunters will cease chase. What I can say though: look down, pup see our many tracks see how the dirt is padded and see how little grass. We always walk, but the walk is less then it was for those before. I can’t promise we’ll stop walking, but it’s easier than before