Soul Mates.

Soul Mates.

The great wolf runs wild.
Fighting for survival.
To carry on the legacy.
Hearing him howl desperately.
For three long weeks he howls.
Always searching.
Never sleeping.
His fur is the blackest of nights.
Against the first snow.
No where to stay.
Warmth is nowhere to be found.
A sound in the distance.
It beckons him forward.
Over hills of snow.
Into caves so damp.
The darkness holds secrets.
He looks frantically.
Blue eyes appear inches from him.
White she wolf approaches.
In an instant he knows.
She's his other half.
His angel in the snow.