It takes a wolf to catch a wolf.
They have been circling each other for a few years, crossing over into one another’s territory from time to time. He gently stands his ground, as she stands hers – curiously watching each other from afar.
One night, the moon was full, in the bright new sky. A new year was beginning, so they took a walk in the moonlight to celebrate.
They danced tight circles around each other this time; they smiled as they played games in the dark, under floating balloons. Filling the space with their hearts, there was no room for the balloons to join their dance below. They touched lips for the first time, sweetly. Gently.
Giggling, they stole their hearts out into the wintry wind – so the balloons could fill the space upon the empty below.
He whisked her up, carrying her away from the cold and the crowd. She nuzzled his wool, and he accepted. The space between them disappeared, as they moved only with their wild and heavy hearts. Beating like drums, the rhythm in their blood led the way until they tired under the moonlight.
Dawn broke, and the wolves awoke from their slumber. Alpha prepared for the journey home, as Luna gently bowed away from his grasp. They looked back on each other longingly, before treading new ground in their new year’s walk. She knew how to dance with the wolves, but in this moment, she was destined to walk alone under the stars in the sky. Sighing, she watched him walk away into the fields and mist, minding his steps.