My name is Ibukaina. When I was very young, my mother
would say, “Ibu, you are special. The Moon Mother has
given you a gift to help our people.” It took many
moons for me to understand those words.
My story starts almost fifty moons ago. I was the
youngest of eight children, the smallest by far. For
a time, my mother wondered if I would even survive my
first year. When the Moon Mother has a plan for you,
however, it is not likely that even the worst of
sicknesses will take you from this world. And with
the tender care of my family, I grew strong as any of
my brothers or sisters.
Our family was much larger then. We occupied the
northernmost lands of the forest, and our clan was
nearing one hundred members. Of course, we lived in
separate family groups, but every spring, the groups
would come together, and we would have a reunion, a
chance for the old ones to get reacquainted and the
young ones to get introduced. Then we would go our
separate ways, distanced until the next spring, very
seldom crossing paths.
I was fourteen moons old, however, the first time this
changed. The clans came together at the end of
summer, near the harvest moon. My mother hadn’t
explained much on the journey, but I noticed she was
saddened and wary, and I was old enough to understand
that many of our people were gone.
That meeting changed my life forever. It was here
that Mother explained to me what had happened and how
important my gift was. The river, she said, had
brought a new hunter to the forest, a creature whose
eyes were empty as the creeks with no rain, whose
hearts were as dry as the snowless winter air.
Ferocious, ravenous beasts these were with claws and
fangs that bit into our flesh like no other, and a
scent that was enough to cause the bile to rise in
one’s throat.
These beasts were the culprits for our missing
kinsmen. They were a threat to our kind everywhere,
and the Moon Mother had left it to me to stop them
before our forest, our home, our people were
destroyed.
Alone, I was sent to spy upon these creatures. I was
terrified, I assure you, but Moon Mother had kissed
me, and I would be safe. My snowy hair and icy blue
eyes were evidence of that kiss, I was told many
times, but just then, I didn’t feel so secure.
Especially not when I first saw the monsters with my
own eyes.
I crouched in the shadows of the forest, listening to
the pounding of my heart, for that was all I could
hear in that moment. The birds, the monkeys, even the
crickets had gone into hiding from these terrors that
didn’t belong. Twisted they were with crooked hands
and smashed faces, tiny, flattened ears that looked as
if they’d been half removed. And they smelled of
death beyond anything that could be produced by the
natural.
As I sat there watching them, I suddenly realized that
I could understand them. Their snarls and growls
shifted in my ears until they became words that I
could understand. I thought I had been afraid before,
but when the clarity found me, a new sort of terror
ate at my soul, threatened to consume me. I must have
gasped quite audibly, for in that moment, those
monsters turned their hideous, lifeless gazes upon me,
and I was frozen.
All their talk of hunting my people until we were no
more ceased, and they stared wide-eyed at me. Not
until a familiar scent touched my nose was I able to
shake from my stony perch. I wasn’t sure if the smell
of fear was coming from them or from somewhere else,
but it overpowered that decaying, rotting scent that
hung on their camp, and so I ran back into the forest,
back to my people and told them everything I had
heard.
That day, my people went into hiding, fighting our war
from the dark of night, struggling against these
beasts which, with my gift from Mother Moon, I
discovered called themselves 'humans'. We learned to
raid their camps and steal their belongings, always
one step ahead of them by the grace of the Moon
Mother. We even occasionally managed to steal one of
their young. These at first we tried to raise
ourselves in the hopes that a single young would grow
up with an understanding he could carry back to the
rest to stop our war. In the end, we learned we were
better off eating them to prevent them from breeding
more, for the human young lacked the mind to
understand and speak the words of our kind, which they
called 'wolf'.
I am old now, and my time here is almost done. But I
will never truly be gone. This is my one prayer to
the Moon Mother that my spirit will live on forever,
in the minds and hearts of my people that I may
continue to guide them and protect them, and in the
nightmares of the humans, the great white wolf spirit
that stalks them with eyes of the coldest winter skies
sending fear upon them that they may leave our forest
and let my people live in peace.
Tonight I lift up my voice to the Moon Mother, joined
by my family in a haunting melody to honor those that
have gone before at the hands of our enemy.
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