King Elk Forest Night Sky

Olive watched with observant eyes as the female responded to her, turning her head towards the tree canopy. "It's marvelous. So peaceful and beautiful. You must love coming here.” Olive turned her head upwards to follow the she-wolfs lead, a smile tugging at the sides of her mouth. Finally, a wolf who appreciated the forest around them and recognized the power that lay in nature’s serene chaos. She found that so many wolves only focused solely on what was on the ground or right in front of them, failing to recognize the infinite ecosystems and universe above them. To Olive, the earth wasn’t theirs to claim as territories and she always felt a twinge in her heart as mother nature wept for the blood spilled on her behalf.  The abuse (or rather, neglect) never sat well with her.

Secretly, Olive hoped the female would be open to these ideas or already subscribed to them - not many wolves did.

The wolf in front of here did not carry the overwhelming scent of a pack and instead smelled of expansiveness and prerogative. That was something Olive deeply respected, as she was also without a pack.  Olive inhaled deeply, hoping to learn as much as she could before engaging her.

“Peace and beauty are so subjective - what do those words mean to you, when you speak of the forest?” Olives eyes never failed to leave the wolf’s as she spoke.  Some wolves felt this challenging, but Olive found it to be the best way to learn about their true intentions, feelings and desires. Eyes are the window to the soul, after all. "I truly want to know."