The Pack. My Pack......The Last Born.

They see me with wolf's eyes and they feel me in the heart. I feel too....man has no word for this......Man can feel this not, another lost for his turning on the Mother. We lick and whine goodbye........A man would have asked to be told that I promise to come back.....We are no men. We all know I may not........For the mother, all for the mother. No....no...no I speak false......Bad taste of lies...Monkey chitter I learned too well. I do this for Mother....I do for me. Pack walks with me to River and we sing to Night. Song lifted by Wind and River sings with us.

We sing for me....We sing for Hunts-The-Spiral for he is dead. He died with his pack in the long day. I look into River's face and it shows me Hunts-The-Spirals face......That is all just face.....Soul trapped....Heart stolen.

I look back to the cave and can feel them all. They will think I've left them......But they never had me......they never could....The Hunter has me and he always would as long as we shared the spirit. I want to tell them.....Talk to them in that messy chitter they love so much........speaking long yet saying little.....turning what was plain into Weaver's webs.

The dead place comes back to my mind.....Shadowed-Hunter and I went in but I alone stood on the otherside......I and Mother. She showed me the future, the truth......We are the Last Born.....We are now like Wind and River and all other great spirits gone pass.

They....Niko's Pack would never understand what I was shown.......I could never speak the words so they could.......WE are Garou.....I am LUPUS.....Not the same.......I wish it was........If I die my second thought before dark.......will be of this place I wanted to be home and the Garou I wanted to be Pack.