The Cold Moon's Song

A bright silver moon lit up the dark sky and small clouds began to gather at the edges of the night. A pure white wolf stepped out of the shadows, her steel ankle cuffs dragging in the snow. The forest around her was silent and still, not yet awaken by an owl’s cry.

Oblitus walked quietly to a small cave along the riverbed. Inside she could smell badger, but something was lingering amongst the scent. The smell of milk and recently born pups was hidden behind the smell of badger.

The white she-wolf slid into the den where she found a beautiful silver wolf suckling three pups. She was licking frantically at the smallest one, whose movements were slow and gentle. Finally the tiny pup stopped moving and the mother wolf let out a sad howl.

Obilitus sat in front of the silver wolf and her pups. She dipped her head in sadness then crouched beside the weary mother wolf, who’s name Obiltus finally remembered. Haylam gave one last sad look to her pups before the Obea took them away.

Haylam knew in her heart that it was the Obea’s duty to take the late pups to a tummofraw, where they would be left to die. But the mother wolf still felt a harsh resentment towards Oblitus as she walked out of the cave opening with Haylam’s pups in her jaws.

Oblitus moved through the thickening snow with grace and gentleness, as she did not want to wake the pups. One was a golden male and the other a was a silver female, each described as a malcadh, for being born so late in the year.

The pure white Obea knew the perfect place for the pups, a large flat stone in a clearing where many owls travel over. The moon disappeared behind great white clouds and the snowflakes began to fall faster.

Oblitus crossed briskly over hills, rivers and plains before she finally found her destination. The Obea set the pups down on the flat stone and turned to walk away- but something stopped her. It may have been their soft whimpers or maybe longing in her heart, aching for something she could never have.

She swept around and laid her head near the pups and gave them both a few licks. Her heart began murmur and suddenly she remembered a song from long ago...

Lay down

Your sweet and weary head

Night is falling

You have come to journeys end

Sleep now and dream

''Of the ones who came before

They are calling

From across the distant shore

Why do you weep?

What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see

All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my paws

You're only sleeping

What can you see on the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea a pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn to silver glass

A light on the water

All souls pass

Hope fades

Into the world of night

Through shadows falling

Out of memory and time

Don't say

We have come now to the end

White shores are calling

You and I will meet again

and you'll be here in my arms

just sleeping

What can you see on the horizon

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea a pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn to silver glass

A light on the water

Grey ships pass into the west

The pups began to nod off but before she did she gave them each a name. The pup her nose on the golden one’s fur and whispered, “Bain.”

Then the Obea nosed the silver one and thought of a name she hadn’t heard in years. “You will be Rivera.”