Page 18 - The Wolf That Lost His Way

One night as the sun was just beginning to set

Mahìngan passed by a small river he had not seen

before. He stopped at the edge of the river and looked

down at his reflection. His fur was matted around his

face and his eyes held a hollowness to them that he had

never seen in himself before.

Mahìngan looked up to the colourful sky and let out

a howl so strong and full of despair that it echoed off the

trees and rocks around him.

When he was done he sat for a minute staring at the

sky and hoping to hear a response back, but just like any

other time he had tried none came. Mahìngan lowered

his head and began to cry.