A injured wolf doesn't allow anyone to come close. But sometimes a wolf is lucky enough to be presented with a pure spirit with a kind heart that will win the wolf's trust and take care of the wolf's wounds.
I was lucky to have such a person in my life, that person will forever have my trust and love.
I dedicate this to the bravest and best person in the world - Inês.

Sometimes it's too hard to go on, it's easier to just lie down, and close our eyes and fall into a deep sleep. We don't feel the gentle fall of the snow or the harsh wind blowing on our fallen body.
Inside the dream we are happy, we can run, we have our pack, we have all that we wish, and we feel the warmth of it all.
Slowly our blood slows down....we are dying, it's easy to give up.
It's so easy to give up....but life isn't easy.
So easy ...so easy....but the easy path isn't the path to follow.
so....WAKE UP.

Nature cares not for the single raider. As a single man has little power, the same is with the wolf.
A wolf needs a pack as a man needs friends. But remember that the word friend is a powerful one, not to be taken lightly, a friend is the one that is by your side, that fears not speaking harsh words or the kind ones.
The wolves have the true meaning of friendship in their own way. Only if a man had such a luck...
I dedicate this post to a good friend of mine - Storm.

Once upon a time, a wolf wandered the land, alone and tired. But the wolf lived with honor and purpose. Althow sad the wolf walked the land with pride and might.
The wolf would dream with a warm feeling, with joy and happiness, but all a dream the wolf always thought.
Once a angel, beautiful as a star, radiant as the moon came to the wolf and said:
- Come with me, i will make you happy, i will make you joyful, you will never will be alone again.
The wolf trembled upon her image, upon her words, a dream the wolf thought, an ilusion from within his loneliness.
The she said again:
- Trust me little wolf, love me little wolf, i will make you warm inside , and never again sad.
The wolf started walking towards her, daring to believe, daring to feel.
Then the angel putted her arms around the wolf, making the wolf feel something it never felt before. If this was a dream the wolf never wanted to wake up again, so it thought.
The angel flew higher and higher with the wolf in her arms, she flew so high that the wolf almost could touch the stars, so the wolf thought :
- Is this happyness?
Then the angel smiled, an angelical smile, pure and beautiful...then...
The angel dropped the wolf from high in the sky, the angel stood there high watching the wolf fall.
Why Why the wolf asked...with no reply, the angel just stood there with her beautiful smile, watching a wolf falling from the dark sky.

The black wolf in the middle of the pure with snow with the dark sky above.
I in some ways, understand this picture as the wolf that got separated from the sky, and it's alone in all the world, always trying to reach the stars. Maybe that's the reason why the wolf howls to the moon as asking for a hand to lift it up, back where it belongs....Who knows?

Who doesn't become amazed by the power of the moon?
In a world where everything is going crazy, in a world where nothing makes sence anymore, in a world where values seem to be lost. It's all but easy not to howl with all our strenght, in a effort to release all the invisible pain that haunts a broken spirit.