The breeze feathers my elbows as I grasp onto him tightly,
His fur feels warm against my wind grazed cheeks.
As I look out among the new landscape,
It occurs to me I have yet to find a proper supply of food.
Snowy peaks blur the horizon,
And nightfall bows gently, glowing a musky blue.
His whines signal a need for fuel,
And rest, water perhaps?
My groggy mind fuses ideas together,
Suffocating my need to continue to clutch onto his warmth.
As soon as I let him go he bolts,
Racing past my crouched knee nearly knocking me over,
He often journeys, since living off the grid I’d say around twenty times.
A fear arises each and every time.
Is this the last I’ll see of him? Feel of his companionship and safety?
Will I someday have to brave the blurry peaks and windswept lands alone?
Somewhere in the distance I hear a howl,
My lips part into a smile and I howl back.