Wolfbrother

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I am not a man. I am not a dog. I am not a wolf.

I am part dog, part man, and part Wolf! None of them yet all at once.

I am Wolfbrother!

Do you not know me? Do I exist in my imagination only or do I have a physical presence?

Perhaps I exist in the collective imagination of your race, perhaps I was borne in humanity's imagination eons ago on a cold dark night in a primeval forest? Perhaps I was born when the first wild wolf came near your bonfire tens of thousands of years ago and ate the first piece of fire-burnt meat you threw at me to keep me away? Or did you throw it to me to bring me nearer to you? To trust you? To become one of you?

Yes, I remember now. That was the night I was born.

That was the night when I stopped being a wild wolf. That was the night when the dog was borne inside me and became a part of me. It was much later that I realised it, but the spirit of the dog took shelter in me that very night and I was a mere wolf no more.

But I was far from complete. I was not yet Wolfbrother. I was part wolf part dog. I remained that way for thousands of years.

I became Wolfbrother the day I started running with you. The day when I became your family. I vaguely remember the day when I captured your spirit and imbibed it in me. I trusted you now and you trusted me. Many of my brothers became your most trusted friends. They became your dogs.

But I am me. I do not become your dog.

I invade your imagination. I hunt and run in your dreams. I am the one whose distant call sends a chill down your spine and your dogs run away from.

But I am not your enemy.

I am Wolfbrother.

I protected you for tens of thousands of years. I blessed your hunts, made your dogs protect you, stopped the wild wolves from tearing you apart.

Not all of you remember me now, almost no one remembers me really. I am an old and distant dream but there are your brethren who still talk to me in their dreams, run with me when they hunt.