The mist lies thick and heavy….water drips off my hair, my breath congeals into a cloud. In the distance I hear the owl calling, answered by the leaves scratching on the bark……… Nowhere, now here – but where? This place is heaven. The shadows play hide and seek, as the mist flows between the wheathered stems of the thick old oaks. Behind me near the river a wolf howls for its mate, making the skin on my neck stretch a bit tighter. Alone here….. the leaves crunch as I step away from the trail. Maybe today I will glimpse him… that shy creature I have searched for many days gone by. I crouch to look at the fresh paw print in the mud…. he is like a ghost – silent… just to show himself of in the glimpse of a ray of sun – brilliant in his white coat – blue eyes sparkling, tongue lolling… just to dash away not even the ferns quivering to tell about his where – abouts… He leads me away from the den, protecting the pack and the new babies, all jostling for a swallow of warm milk… Slowly I tread through the thick ferns and undergrowth little furballs dodging away…. scuttiling to find safety – away from the smell of human intruding in their domain. Behind me now I hear and smell the jingeling stream, bubbling over the rocks, calling me back…. there the sun can be caught in the daimond rainbows as the flow breaks over the rocks… The smell of moss and dead pine needles pricking my senses. I will find him, I need to see him again, I remember the small ball of fur in my dad’s jacket, the little pink tounge and oh when he opened his eyes the brilliance of those saphires! I miss him at night, the lonliness gets to me, I need to see him…..