Swift,graceful,intelligent, all of these words describe
the beautiful wolf. Branches slamming on his face as he runs
through the forest. Searching…. searching…. he didn’t know what
but he felt something tugging at his spirit, his pelt. Desperation ,
desperate to find what he was searching for. He tipped his scarred
scarred head to the starry night sky . He heard a roar. He saw brown fur gleaming, he realized it was a grizzly. Boldly facing the bear instead of running he faced the the grizzly. At last the grizzly fled. He at last found the thing he was searching for a mist, the spirit of his mother.