Wolves at play

Running.

First on two feet, laughing, feeling wind on our faces. Then...

Running.

Now on all fours, breathing steady, feeling wind in our fur. Smelling all there is to smell - one another, the ground beneath our feet, the air of freedom. Where are we going? It doesn't matter, we're only...

Running.

We're only being, there is no destination. A moment, we come closer to one another, so close that we can feel the heat of each other's bodies, can feel the other's muscles working, moving, stretching and contracting. Oh that delicious heat, it fuels us, makes us go faster, faster. We can't stop, we're...

Running.

The energy is rising, it feels like it will burst. No! Don't send it away, don't escape from it. Let it swirl in the depths of your belly, beat with the beat of your heart, pound drums in the spaces of your mind. We let ourselves go! We run, run, run, run...

Stop.

The air is still. We can feel the silence between each beat of the heart, each breath of the lungs. We can feel one another tremble. Our eyes close. Our heads lift.

Howling.

And every being in existence can hear it, can feel it.