Have you heard the Legend of Lobo?
Do you know if wolves Never Cry?
Has Mowgli spoken to you
about his pack-brothers?

Have you felt the Call of the Wild?
Has White Fang inspired your fight?
Do you bear the Mark of the Werewolf
upon your hand?

If this is the case, and even if not
you know or are part of the legend
of humankind's greatest ally.

He whose powerful ears decipher the quietest whisper;
he from whose unparalleled nose no prey escapes;
he who endures most, and is the strongest in battle.

But he, second only to humans,
companion and counterpart of the felines,
is a very, very nostalgic being.

He knows humans like no other;
he hates them; he loves them; he would give his life for them...
or he would murder them.

The Wolves I know would fill entire books.
To speak of them is to cry, to laugh, to love, to hate... to live.
What would be of us without Wolves?!

Their howls are the hunting cry...
I share with them that voice
(although I am not so much a she-wolf).

I am a sister of Wolves
who used to hate them
because they are the best psychiatrists of all universes.

I have come to love Wolves deeply
side by side with the Felines they rule the Carnivora
and in truth, I am a little of both.

I know Wolves seldom talk about this...
Like the Felines, they are sad and they are bitter,
for they are loyal to those that claim to have tamed them.

They are Wolves in love,
loving but indomitable
domestic but always wild.

They are mirrors to humans
and my very own clan by blood.
They are the guardians of the Law of the Jungle.

To my brothers, the Wolves
who shall never look back, no matter how heartsick they feel...
see you next Full Moon, and Good Hunting!

To My Brothers, the Wolves
by Cindy Aixmar Salgado