The sweet smell of the moss on the logs. The slick feel of mud under my paws. Gnats and their other insect friends buzz around me; I swat at them with my tail. I leap over a fallen log, enjoying the feel of the cloudless night on my fur. Light shines just ahead. The light I long for every night, but only get once. The light of the full moon. I snort out the dust around my muzzle and lick my nose as my ears turn and twist to find a sound, any sound, to prove I have been followed. The soft song of the friendly cricket fills my ears. I am alone. I pad slowly into the clearing, scenting the air. The smell of lillies and orchids fills my mind; the smell of the full moon, of paradise. I move slowly to the center of the clearing, where the trees part above me and I have a perfect view of the large glowing belly of the moon in the night sky. Stars tear patterns in the sky, lighting the holes with brillance of beauty. I sit myself in the middle of the whole clearing, my tail sweeping back and forth, causing dust to form small clouds around my lower half. I lay down on the cool damp grass, the dew drops of the night clinging to my fur, and put my paws out in front of my, resting my head against them. I lay my ears flat against my crown, close my eyes, and bring my head up with a rushing howl from my throat. The song rips from my body loud and true, haunting and beautiful all at once. Each note is drawn out from my heart, my soul, and is given its own emotion. Pain, pleasure, hate, love, anger, sadness, happiness, every emotion felt by man and animal alike is thrown into my song. That is what makes it the song of the wolf. I sing for my family, for my friends, for my fallen love. For my beautiful brown wolf that gave his life for a human... an old hateful human. This is the song of the wolf. For all who feel pain. Loss. Love... My song is powerful, strong, and still going. I can feel the tears running down my face as the howl fills paradise, awakening all creatures to acknowledge my pain. I howl to the moon, to my lost love, letting him know that I am waiting. I am waiting for the day I meet my brown wolf... In the Red Meadow...