By Ron Momogeeshick Peters

The original was done with pencil,watercolor and ink.

Grandpa Pete told me a story about how he observed the wolf and his relations. The wolf’s birth was celebrated and cared for by the entire wolf community. The baby played with his brothers, sisters and cousins of his family. Many moons were spent learning the basics of this new world that this baby wolf had come into, a world where the presence of another was ever constant.Empathy and telepathy were honed as sharp as the sense of the wolf’s sight,hearing and smell. But because it had spent it’s early formative life with others, it was blinded to itself.

There came a night when the wolf, who was now a teenager, was told to go out and walk the world alone. The wolf walked alone for many years. As it had no one to help it now, it had to rely on guile and cunning. It didn’t come easy but soon the wolf came to be comfortable with itself and even learned to like and then to love solitude. It had become a lone wolf and a trickster. There comes a point in ones life when you no longer need to be a lone wolf and want a family to be around you. Or maybe you are content to stay that lone wolf way. The water is represented by blue and the fire is represented by the red. All the Paypaytahbun, Memaywaysuh and Anishnawbe are along for the journey.

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