a sirens song
a howl echoes through the forest. with hesitance, the hatake drew closer.
“don’t follow the wolfs call pup,” his father would say, “no matter how alluring.”
and the young hatake would ask, again and again, “why do we not follow the call of the wolf?”
he would sigh softly, “because sometimes, its not a wolf at all.”
disregarding the previous teachings of his father, the hatake continued. the moon was awfully bright tonight.
subconsciously, he summons his wolf. her vibrant eyes now dull and empty.
they exchange no words.
the howl echoes again, and his summon grew impatient. her once vibrant green eyes darkening past their dull appearance.
the hatake summoners eyes grew glassy at the howl. with a hoarse voice he states, “wolf.”
his summon stops, flicking an ear towards him. as if unable to turn away from the howls in the distance.
he climbs upon her back, before he is ready, she begins to walk. that same howl echoes through the forest once more.
the forest becomes silent.