Once upon a time, somewhere deep inside the primeval forest of Earth, sitting atop a high ridge was Dirus Canis Lupus, the great dire Wolf. He sat staring out across the moonlit horizon. The stars shined as jewels pressed against a velvet background. The dark form of the distant mountains loomed beneath an incandescent moon, beckoning him. He cocked back his ears, raised his nose to the stars and began to sing. His song was his howl that filled the valley and rolled across distant plains carrying with it a mystical quality, as though it belonged to the Earth. He sat out onto the land …

“Yeah Lord Earth, Hear me for I wish to speak to thee.” He paused and listened to his voice echo from the distant mountains then continued.

“Bring unto me a companion. Bring unto me one with great wings. One whose spirit has attained the heights of thy heaven. One whose heart is warmed by thy sun. Bring unto me this, and in return I offer unto thee all that I am. I offer unto thee myself, to use as thy need upon the land.” He bowed his head and heard the last of his song reverberate throughout the land.

His master heard him for out of the darkness came the Hawk.

Together the Wolf and Hawk would hunt, the Hawk flying above the running Wolf below leading him to game, the stalk, and eventual kill. Afterwards, they go to a nearby stream to drink and frolic in the water, then as always, the Hawk would depart from whence she came. This became the source of great anxiety for Wolf and so again he climbed atop his ridge to speak to his Master.

“Yeah Lord Earth, hear me, for again I wish to speak to thee. Give unto me the knowledge, the means that I may keep the bird, for I fear I shall lose her. She, with her great golden wings sails your heavens, while I the lowly Wolf must remain unto thee the land. Grant me this Master!” He sat in silence, his head heavy in despair, as the last remnants of his voice echoed from the distant mountains.

His Master heard his words and answered. He spoke not in words, rather in a voice unheard as if perceived by some strange sixth sense.

“Wolf, you came to me with a request. A request of which you offered in return all that you are. Now, you come to me again with nothing left to offer.”