brighter.
“He miss her,” Bright Eyes nodded thoughtfully as he listened to the wolf’s haunting cry again, “Want hear story?”
She nodded. He put an arm around her and drew her closer.
“Many moon ago, brave name Swift Foot fall in love with young squaw, name Shining Star. Both love each other much — more than own life. Soon marry. Start big feast.
On feast day, Shining Star go woods, get wood for fire. Find angry bear that chase. Shining Star run from bear. Swift Foot hear scream, come to find Shining Star. She scare and run fast, no see where go, and fall long way. Swift Foot find, but Shining Star spirit already gone. He bring body back to village, and stay, but not let anyone touch. No eat, no drink many day.
Great Spirit come. Tell Swift Foot must eat and drink. Must live. Great Spirit take Shining Star from Swift Foot, put high in sky. Make her Moon, so Swift Foot can always see.
Swift Foot angry at Great Spirit, want Shining Star back! Swift Foot leave village, and climb to highest mountain. Tell Great Spirit if not give back, put Swift Foot in sky with Shining Star.
Great Spirit say no — so Swift Foot jump and take own life.
Great Spirit angry, not put Swift Foot in the sky. Make wolf. That why wolf cry at Moon. Always see…but never touch again.”
“That’s so sad,” White Wolf linked her fingers into Bright Eyes’s even tighter, “Do you think the Great Spirit will ever put him up in the sky with her?”
“Not know.” He gazed at the top of the white head that was snuggled in the crook of his shoulder, and was overcome with a sudden feeling of sadness, as though the wolf’s loss was his own and his chance with his own love lay in the balance of the story he had told. He gathered her closer and held her tight, “Bright Eyes hope so.”
***
The Wolf watched them from the hill, as the two young lovers sat wrapped in each other’s arms. He wished them a happy ending to their own story, much happier than his own had been, and then turned his gaze up to his own love, so high and out of reach in the black, black sky…
Chapter Nine
Brian
“Arghhh!” It was followed by some words that were less than nice as I accidentally clonked my knuckles against the underside of my old truck, and the wrench I had been holding went clattering end over end across the gravel to land a few feet away (naturally out of reach) as it finally landed beside my lower half which wasn’t burrowed under the wreck that I called transportation.
At about the same second I reached for the wrench, a huge glob of grease and rust decided to drop and splat directly into my eye. Instinctively, I jumped and tried to sit, and whacked my forehead, which threw me straight back into the gravel, which dug into my back with the force of my landing.
“Crap!” Anger flared through me as I lay there, rubbing the gunk out of my eye, feeling it smear across my cheek. A low growl reverberated from deep inside me in frustration, and I was almost at the point of watching the glittering mist of black and white that would cover my body and make me wolf — when I stopped and went completely silent.
I felt her before I saw her. No, not like physically felt her. It was more like the feeling you get when you know someone is watching you, even though you don’t see anyone there. I took a deep breath, and caught the faint scent of some kind of sweet perfume over the smells of car grease and dirt. It smelled like flowers. Normally, I would have been ready to shift into wolf and be ready for whoever was out there, especially since we had found the spot where the Spriteblood had been trapped — but for some reason I wasn’t worried about whoever it was in my driveway. It felt like she should be a friend.
I heard the gravel crunch underfoot, as a pair of black combat boots came up the driveway and stopped a few feet from me. A set of nice legs sprouted up from the boots, but my view ended at about her knees, thanks to my truck being
“He miss her,” Bright Eyes nodded thoughtfully as he listened to the wolf’s haunting cry again, “Want hear story?”
She nodded. He put an arm around her and drew her closer.
“Many moon ago, brave name Swift Foot fall in love with young squaw, name Shining Star. Both love each other much — more than own life. Soon marry. Start big feast.
On feast day, Shining Star go woods, get wood for fire. Find angry bear that chase. Shining Star run from bear. Swift Foot hear scream, come to find Shining Star. She scare and run fast, no see where go, and fall long way. Swift Foot find, but Shining Star spirit already gone. He bring body back to village, and stay, but not let anyone touch. No eat, no drink many day.
Great Spirit come. Tell Swift Foot must eat and drink. Must live. Great Spirit take Shining Star from Swift Foot, put high in sky. Make her Moon, so Swift Foot can always see.
Swift Foot angry at Great Spirit, want Shining Star back! Swift Foot leave village, and climb to highest mountain. Tell Great Spirit if not give back, put Swift Foot in sky with Shining Star.
Great Spirit say no — so Swift Foot jump and take own life.
Great Spirit angry, not put Swift Foot in the sky. Make wolf. That why wolf cry at Moon. Always see…but never touch again.”
“That’s so sad,” White Wolf linked her fingers into Bright Eyes’s even tighter, “Do you think the Great Spirit will ever put him up in the sky with her?”
“Not know.” He gazed at the top of the white head that was snuggled in the crook of his shoulder, and was overcome with a sudden feeling of sadness, as though the wolf’s loss was his own and his chance with his own love lay in the balance of the story he had told. He gathered her closer and held her tight, “Bright Eyes hope so.”
***
The Wolf watched them from the hill, as the two young lovers sat wrapped in each other’s arms. He wished them a happy ending to their own story, much happier than his own had been, and then turned his gaze up to his own love, so high and out of reach in the black, black sky…
Chapter Nine
Brian
“Arghhh!” It was followed by some words that were less than nice as I accidentally clonked my knuckles against the underside of my old truck, and the wrench I had been holding went clattering end over end across the gravel to land a few feet away (naturally out of reach) as it finally landed beside my lower half which wasn’t burrowed under the wreck that I called transportation.
At about the same second I reached for the wrench, a huge glob of grease and rust decided to drop and splat directly into my eye. Instinctively, I jumped and tried to sit, and whacked my forehead, which threw me straight back into the gravel, which dug into my back with the force of my landing.
“Crap!” Anger flared through me as I lay there, rubbing the gunk out of my eye, feeling it smear across my cheek. A low growl reverberated from deep inside me in frustration, and I was almost at the point of watching the glittering mist of black and white that would cover my body and make me wolf — when I stopped and went completely silent.
I felt her before I saw her. No, not like physically felt her. It was more like the feeling you get when you know someone is watching you, even though you don’t see anyone there. I took a deep breath, and caught the faint scent of some kind of sweet perfume over the smells of car grease and dirt. It smelled like flowers. Normally, I would have been ready to shift into wolf and be ready for whoever was out there, especially since we had found the spot where the Spriteblood had been trapped — but for some reason I wasn’t worried about whoever it was in my driveway. It felt like she should be a friend.
I heard the gravel crunch underfoot, as a pair of black combat boots came up the driveway and stopped a few feet from me. A set of nice legs sprouted up from the boots, but my view ended at about her knees, thanks to my truck being
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