Songs of the captive /(wild)

(Photo above of Tibet Night Song at A Wolf Adventure; A Wild Insight)

The other morning was beyond words, I even hesitated writing about this experience cause it was well beyond words, but since that is how we ***typically*** communicate to the world for the most part, ***through words*** I'll do my best.

Early morning setting I step outside and hear only my darling tibet howling everyone else is silent, the sun is shining brilliantly sooo bright I glance to the side and see a flash of dark in front of my eyes for a second, I know I need glasses today! The snow is literally on fire with dazzling breath taking diamonds and sky so blue I wish I could swim in it. The trees all look like they have tinsel like at x-mas wrapped around them they are sparkling so bright.

I then hear tibet suddenly stop singing and in the distance but still on my land, by one of the private lakes I back out here , I hear a familiar sound, a haunting echo. This is no coyote shriek!! My mouth opens as the call stops and Tibet starts up to return the greeting to the wild lone wolf on my land. None of my other wolves are even joining in they are all listening too ! like they are content to witness the communication and not interrupt.

(Photo of Tibet Night Song howling)

Coyote songs are always abound and around up here but the wolves never respond to *them*in kind, they completely ignore them, I swear they think the yotes are a lesser form of themselves, talk about snobs eh? hahaha.

As Tibet calls back to the lone traveller, she then stops to eagerly await the wild wolfs song, and just as if perfectly timed he/she responds back in kind. I feel tears well up into my eyes. I cannot explain this feeling. It is witnessing my captive born friend tibet singing and communicating with a wild born lone wolf. It is nearing breeding season this time of year so the animal is no doubt searching for a mate, and pack of it's own. Tibet is by herself everyone else out here has a mate/enclosure friend. The two have bonded through all barriers one captive born one wild born.

Then as my awe, and amazement starts to settle I feel fear fear and dread for the animals very safety and well being. For you see out here where I live a gun is not that far away, many shoot wolves in the wild on sight, it is why I know the work I do educating youth is so important for they they can help to be the animals voice in the future and continue where I may leave off someday.

I pray little lone wolf you will be safe, that you will outsmart those beings who feel they are the smartest of the smart, that you will stay in the shadows during the day and not come into the light to be taken out of this beautiful world simply out of fear and hatred , ignorance can wreak so much havoc. I worry for you this sunny day and will continue to. If only everyone could truly understand you and your world, and not judge what you are about. For those moments of song that you shared with a little captive born wolf I shall never forget they will linger forever in my soul. Thank you for the honor of listening to your song , lone wolf traveller gods speed on your journeys for a wild born life is one of enduring hardship. That I do know.

I walk over to Tibet and she howls at me, which launched into crying, whining, darting her tongue in submission and putting her paw up in a friendship, to greet my own. I sat with her, she kisses me in delight, and though I am saddened she can never be truly free, as captivity is all she has ever known, I also know her life will never be as hard as her lone wolf friend. She will never have to face going hungry, being hunted. dying of parasitic infections, or being displaced due to encroachment on habitat. Quite ironically she is free... but not. Just as the little lone wild wolf is free... but not. Both worlds have their pros and cons, both worlds on the edge.

Metta fellow earth travellers

(Photo of Tibet Night Song with a message)