I went camping this weekend. it was cloudy, and I didn’t get to turn into a wolf under a full moon and we didn’t meet Sasquatch like I had hoped. I saw something I almost thought was impossible.
I thought they went extinct decades ago. Killed off by one of the Mirror’s face stealers. Killed as a species, that kind of tragedy. On one of the cloudy forest time evenings I was introduced to some ~= nice people =~… Not just normies*, no, these were honestly just some friendly flannel forest folk going camping. You know, the kind that leave no trace and are hard to follow through the woods. The kind of folk that carry tin turtle shaped canteens that say protect the coral but probably never saw salt water. The kind that wear flannel as if its golden jewelry and have great food. I haven’t seen anything like these folks in so long.
I sort of want to think that if the moon did show and all my fur came out, they’d probably ask if i wanted food anyway because the packers won… I was still wearing a silver band tucked under my shirt collar. just in case.
Sure it had rained the whole weekend and I didn’t get the telescope out, but I felt that was a good welcome to Wisconsin. The campfire was cozy and the northwoods people were just as warm as I remember all those decades ago.
There are signs the people are healing. The effigies to the pestilence of disparagement are slowly decaying and coming down. There is still work to be done yet. Be careful if you go, and keep your wits about you. Stay safe amongst those starlit branches fellow creatures.
Svihawu Bless,
“Prairie Wolf”
-A. Sylvaster Valentine
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