An Old Wolf

Alright! Finally i got myself to write something that satisfies myself. I stayed up late just to write this piece, fearing that once I went to sleep i would forget about it. And here it is, after so long.

Jake was chasing after a wolf. An old performing wolf with less than a year left in it. He was amazed when he found out that the wolf could run so fast. All its life it worked so hard in the circus, and finally it would close those tired, old eyes for the last time and get the rest he deserves. That old wolf was the only companion Jake ever had. When he heard that the circus master was going to get rid of the old pack of performing wolves, he was devastated and tried his best to persuade them to let him, at least, keep that old wolf. They agreed, but even so, Jake would not be able to spend more than a year with it. At least, he thought, at least it could get a decent life before its death.

However, a decent life with Jake was not what the old wolf sought. It wanted neither adventure nor peace. All it wanted was its mate, another wolf that would be brought to a zoo. The old wolf was traveling at a speed no animal of his age could, even faster than the speed he had ran when he was still young. It did not know where it was going, nor where its mate was, but it believe that as long as it kept running, it would, one day, meet its mate. Perhaps by chance, or perhaps by instinct, its legs brought it to a lorry, where a few zookeepers were transporting the pack

Jake reached, seconds later, panting.

“Where is the old she wolf?” he asked, barely able to catch his breath.

“Ah, that one! She was so problematic. Struggling so hard at that age. She is gone now, resting the old bones of hers. Must have used the last of her breath struggling.”

There was no sad howl when the old wolf left. It just left, with its head hanging. Without noticing it, Jake followed the old wolf. They stopped at the seaside, the wolf’s favorite hide out, where Jake sat down. It placed its head on his lap the way he usually do, and closed its ancient eyes. Jake was left alone with his tears and overpowering sense of loneliness as the old canine departed without a struggle, still in search for its mate.

A wolf was running, again. Its legs were running, and its fur was flying. With a youthful spirit and a strong heart, it believed that as long as it kept running, it would, someday, meet its mate. Quite unknown to it, it left someone, whose love for it was so great, suffering in silence.