Loss

The Entity provokes. Once a while, an arrow flew from ahead, the metal head thudding into the ground just at its front paws. The wolf narrows its eyes. Once in the long past, it would have flinched and yelped. Only recently, it would also have snarled and broken the arrow. However, it now only looks at the entity with narrowed eyes.

Very soon, the Entity will send forth its foes again, but not at the moment, and the wolf feels the urgency to stop and take stock of its surroundings before it is lost once again in the senseless violence.

Being a stray, the wolf knows it walks a different path than the others. Yet it cannot even see the others now. It seems that they are so far off. Or rather in its fight to survive, it has travelled further away from the others. The Entity has succeeded in distracting it from the path it was taking for such a long time.

Vaguely, the dire wolf could remember the Paradise, where the Moon flower resided. It left the Paradise out of shame, an outcast, for it was then robbed of its strength. Some Paradise it was. Yet its heart ached as it remembered the vibrant colours reflected off the Moon flower.
Vaguely, the dire wolf could remember of the companions whom had tried journeying with the wolf. There was a female fox and a bear whom had tried to extend their friendship to it. The wolf left them for it hesitated to take the path they were taking.

There was a simple dove who hanged around for some time before leaving it, because the wolf paid scant attention to it.

There was the hyper beagle whom it did not know how to relate to.

There was the shy rabbit where it felt it could not travel with because of its situation.

And lastly there is the loyal dog whom keeps its bullish head down and braves the obstacles and the tempers of the wolf. The loyal dog. The wolf turns slightly. The dog is still there, some distance away, chasing its own tail. The wolf shakes its head, wondering if the dog is this stupid to follow through the bloody mayhem. No, the dog has only just joined the wolf when the battles were less intense.

Yet it is through this companionship with this loyal dog, it saw that it could no longer travel with an alpha male wolf which has extended its paw of friendship. Truth to be told, the dire wolf admires the alpha male wolf but as nature dictates, the alpha male keeps its own counsel and the dire wolf is not a pack creature at all, leading to the brief skirmish of exchanging snaps from the jaws. It was a brief fight, with some intense injuries. The dire wolf could feel the scars.

Where are the companions of old? The wolf asks itself. The Man’s friend, another dog, is now at a distant land, caught up with its devices. The Gorilla seems to travel further into the forest. Last the wolf heard, the Gorilla is now evolving into a Silverback.

And yes, the stray wolf has also evolved into a dire stray wolf. At what cost? This land is totally barren, leading to nowhere. There is only blood and more blood. The Great Path is lost to it.

It howls in remembrance.

*In our pursuit for certain ideals, we sacrifice some things which we feel worth it to. Are they really not as precious?*