The Wolf Bond

I was hiking in the Canadian Rockies when I lost my balance. I was pretty banged up but otherwise none the worse for wear. That's when I saw him. The wolf stood on a rocky ledge directly above me. He had a deep coat of white fur and stood majestic and proud. As I gazed into his eyes I felt a connection as I never had before. I felt pulled in by this powerful yet noble beast. Suddenly, he lifted his mighty head and gave a long, mournful howl. In the blink of an eye he was gone. He had slipped away quietly like a ghost. If it were not for the paw prints, I might have considered it all a dream. From then on, whenever I walk I feel his presence. Surely I had been blessed.