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Hail, friend. Might I be so bold as to ask what you're doing standing around in the rain? Come, let us go inside and get you dry.
There, that's better. Just passing through are you? Mayhap you'll change your mind and stay. I, too, was only passing through, many seasons ago. These fine lupes took me in as if I were their own blood, although I was too weary and heartsick to be of much use to anyone back then.
Ah! I've been saving this fine bone for a special occasion, and making a new friend certainly qualifies as such. Here, we can munch on it while I tell you how I came to call this place home.
You must understand, friend, the place where I was born was not like these parts. Tradition trumped everything---no matter how it went against common sense or the pull of your heart. If it had not been done a thousand times for a thousand years, it was simply not to be done, period.
I could not bear walking only in the footsteps of my forebearers, never permitted to make a single track of my own. So I rebelled and, as is mayhap the nature of rebellion, the pendulum may have swung too far to the other side. For I broke one of the most sacred laws; I fell in love with a dog. Yes, a servant of the two-legs.
His name was Rowf, and oh he was handsome. His legs were long and his chest wide. His fur was as soft as dandelion fluff and patterned with exotic colors and designs. Most of all it was his cavalier attitude that wooed me; he wanted only to experience life to the fullest before age weakened his body.
It was not long before my elders found out about our courtship. Punishment for my transgression was death, but my dam pleaded for my life. Ultimately I was banished from the pack, to be torn to pieces if I were spotted ever again on the land I called home.
Rowf was furious when he heard my sentence, but there was naught he could do. And we both knew there was no place for me with Rowf's two-legs.
"My home is where you are," said my dear, sweet Rowf. "Let us leave this place, and live by our own terms."
And so we started a new life, just the two of us. We went where we liked, ate when hungry, slept when tired, played in the sun and confided our dreams when the moon rose. I was deliriously happy.
My joy only increased when I realized I was with pup. We found an idyllic den at the edge of a gently-sloped clearing, far from both two-legs and lupes. A beautiful new soul joined us there, a blend of the best of us both. Oh how I loved her, and her father!
But all good things come to an end, friend. We were lazing in the sun, watching our pup stalk a hapless box turtle, when out of the woods came a mad vulpe. Rowf quickly dispatched it, but he'd been bitten several times---and we both knew what that meant. No lupe has ever survived the biting madness. Amid my howls of sorrow, Rowf departed. He wanted to be far from his beloved family when the madness set in.
My pup become my only purpose in living. Through her Rowf would live on; I was determined it would be so. But winter came, bringing bitter cold and savage blizzards. I walked on the sharp snow-crust until my paws were torn and scented the howling wind until my nose bled, but I found not a thing to fill our growling bellies. My pup---the beat of my heart, the breath of my lungs---did not live to see spring.
I was alone. I wanted only to die.
For many seasons I walked, ever toward the setting sun. I crossed the endless plains and climbed the mountains that reach to the sky. I drank little and ate less, but my stubborn body refused to give up its spirit.
One day I caught a glimpse of fur through the trees. Not a lupe's fur, no---it was patterned with exotic colors and looked as soft as dandelion fluff. My heart leaped---Rowf had survived the sickness! With a yip of pure joy I charged forward, but he was ever just ahead of me, ever just out of reach.
Finally I broke from the trees. There was no Rowf---only a group of startled lupes, staring at this stranger who came leaping and yipping out of the forest. At last, I thought, surely these lupes will end my suffering. I lay on the ground with my belly and throat exposed, waiting for the welcome pain of their teeth in my flesh, for no pain inflicted on my body could match that borne by my heart.
But, as you can see, they did not slay me. They dressed my wounds and let me heal in body and soul at my own pace. I fear I will never know the joy I once felt, when I had my pup and mate at my side, but I am content---and for now, that is enough.
Tomorrow I shall dig out another bone for us to share, friend, and I do hope you'll come, for I would very much enjoy hearing of your own travels.
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