When The Moon Was High And The Night Was Cold

by Duncan Jones

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One night, when the moon was high and the night was cold, a young wolf jumped up, wide awake, for there were strangers in the wind. As his eyes adjusted he realized that his pack was already up and in a fuss, adults looking down across the grass, watching the strangers as they moved. It was barely starting to snow, and as he looked out across the land he could see them, long tongues, wild eyes, and a run about them that was easy, even for a wolf. Soon they passed by, and he was told not to think of them, that they wandered because they were lost, broken and too wild, even for wolves.

One night, years later, when the moon was high and the night was cold, a hunting wolf stopped suddenly in his tracks, wide-eyed, for there were strangers in the wind. As he sniffed the air he remembered this scent from long ago. With a chill he looked back, but his pack had spread wide, and he could not hear them. It was barely starting to snow, and when he again looked ahead there were the strange wolves, long tongues, wild eyes, staring right at him with a silence that was sure and calm, even for a wolf. Soon his pack was heard though, and the strange wolves turned without a sound and were gone. He had been told things about them, that they were scavengers, lost and broken, but he could not see that. These were big and looked strong and fast, even for wolves.

One night, many years later, when the moon was high and the night was cold, an old wolf found himself wide awake amongst a commotion, for there were strangers in the wind. As his eyes adjusted he realized that his pack was already up and in a fuss, adults looking down across the grass, watching the strangers as they moved. It was barely starting to snow, and as he looked out across the land he could see them, long tongues, wild eyes, and a run about them that was easy, even for a wolf. Soon they passed by, and the young were told not to think of them, that they wandered because they were lost, broken and too wild, even for wolves.

Then later that night when the moon was still high and the night was even colder, when all had settled down and gone back to sleep, an old wolf ran out across the land, found their scent, and followed the strangers in the wind.

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