Angel was an Artic wolf who had come to live with a clan member for
13 years. She was a gentle soul and free spirit. She was as beautiful as
she was spirited. She was a wolf in every sense of the word her eyes
were golden yellow but on the hunt you could see the predator in them.
She pocessed no qualities that appeared human. She was very smart and
strong willed. Although not timid she was shy around those she did not
know. If she liked you; you were part of her pack if she did not; she
would let you know. Her heart and her love were fierce and strong not
like that of her human friends whose hearts and love can be so fickle at
times. She had only met our Clan Chief and his son once and she took to
them from their first meeting. She was the best friend anyone could ever
have and she will be very much missed by all the Clan.
In the Celtic tongue she would have been called a "bleiz". In the
Scottish Gaelic she was called a "conall". In the Breton tongue a
wolf is called a "blaez". The Cornish word for wolf is
"blyth". The Irish word for wolf is "phelan".
Whatever you would call her she was a rare and wonderful creature; and
it was a magical thing to have loved and to have known her for all the
years of her very short life. Her body is now still and her fierce heart
within it; has stopped beating but her spirit runs free and wild in the
Highlands of the world beyond this one; of this
I am
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