With a nervous suspicion
and cause for self preservation
the stunning white wolf grinned.
Howling momentarily at the wind
she paused.
Hoping for an echo, because
the moon swiftly retired
to bed. With pups to be fed
and an angry storm approaching,
she weighed options by sniffing.
The forces of nature conspired
randomly, a gun for hire
presumably, but not on this occasion.
Without further hesitation
and instinctively
the spirit of wolf boldly
took control.
The chemical markers populated
by her scent glands have liberated
the way home.
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