Wolf Stories
Sorry, your browser doesn't support Java(tm).

Gray Wolf Recovery Project
Nez Perce Tribe
Attn: Volunteer
P.O. Box 1922
McCall, ID 83638
Phone: 208-634-1061

Email: cmack@nezperce.org

Wolf Project Report 2003.pdf
Adobe Acrobat Reader needed (PDF file: 1149KB)

The Strength of the Wolf

The spirit of the Wolf resides in my heart
Mostly peacefully, yet ever wild
Running in time to the blowing wind
Dancing in the clouds that drift in the Heavens.

The spirit of the Wolf resides in my soul
Longing to hear the song of the Great One
Striving to be that which I am in my natural state
Succeeding only because of the Love that the Universe grants me.

Theme from Dances with Wolves

Wolf Web Rings

Circle of the Wolf

Eyes Of The Wolf Web Ring
Heart of the Wolf
In The Company Of Wolves
Land Of The Wolves
Northern Wolf Den
Sacred Wolf Webring
Sister/Brotherhood of the Wolf
Spirit of the Wolf
Spiritmates of the Wolf
Tanken Ska - Realm of the White Wolf
Wolf Web Rings

276 Wolf WebRings at:

webring.com

enter "wolf" in Search box

Wolf Stories

Ankakumikaityn the Nomad Wolf

How Rabbit Fooled Wolf
(Creek)

How Rabbit Fooled Wolf

Wolf and Boy

Wolf Archives

Wolf Ceremony

Story by
Cheif Dan George (1899-1981)

In my song, I appealed to the Wolf to come and preside over us while
I would perform the Wolf ceremony so that the bondage between
my grandson and the wolf would be lifelong.

I Sang.

In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.

I Sang.

In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.

I Sang.

In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed...the link of creation.

I Sang.

In my eyes sparkled Love.

I Sang.

International Wolf Stories

Other Pages

Chronology of Wolf Evolution
Dedication to the Wolf
Echoes of the Last Wolf
Gray Wolf
(Canis lupus)
Lioncrusher's Domain
Mexican Gray Wolf
More Photos
North American Gray Wolf
Pictures of Wolves
Thanksgiving to the Wolf
Wild Wolves - Nova Online
Wolf Paintings
Wolf Subspecies
Wolf Links
Wolf Web
Wolfsong Ranch Foundation
Yellowstone Wolf Quest 2003

Wolves, like the Indian,
choose their mates wisely
and do not part till death;
making the two spiritually entwined.

The Final Song

His song was ancient and pure. The song of the wind and that of the moon.
The Ancient ones cried when his music faded forever from their ears,
and the children's dreams went sour without his lullaby.

In his music was contained the tales of all that ever was and a longing
for what he knew was never to be. Never again was his kind to travel boldly
and without fear across the great expanse. Respected and revered by all
that heard his song or saw his shadow pass.

His song now a whisper, his bold step but a crawl,
he gathered up his strength to cry one final call.
He sang of sorrow for those who would never know and for those who
knew too well that the song was meant to be.

When the song had ended and the echoes faded away,
all eyes opened to what was lost.
Tears were shed and souls did go astray when they knew
they had gone wrong, but no one stopped to
think of these things... before the Final Song.

Moon when Wolves run together

Long ago, an old wolf came to that time when
his life on earth could last no longer.

"My people," he said,

"You can follow in my footsteps when the time comes
for you to join me in the skyland."

Then he left the earth, climbing higher and higher,
and each place he stepped the sky filled with stars.

Shunk man-i-tu tan-ka we call the wolves,
the powerful spirits who look like dogs.
When they climb the hills to lift their heads and sing
toward that road of stars, thier songs grow stronger as they join thier voices.