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Nez Perce Tribe
P.O. Box 1922
McCall, ID 83638
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The Strength of the Wolf
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.
from Dances with Wolves
Wolf Web Rings
Eyes Of The Wolf Web
Heart of the Wolf
In The Company Of Wolves
Of The Wolves
Northern Wolf Den
Sacred Wolf Webring
of the Wolf
of the Wolf
Spiritmates of the
Tanken Ska - Realm of
the White Wolf
the Nomad Wolf
How Rabbit Fooled Wolf
Rabbit Fooled Wolf
Wolf and Boy
Cheif Dan George (1899-1981)
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.
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed...the link of creation.
In my eyes sparkled Love.
Dedication to the Wolf
of the Last Wolf
Thanksgiving to the Wolf
Wild Wolves - Nova Online
Wolfsong Ranch Foundation
Wolf Quest 2003
Song of Wolf
Song of the Wolf 1
Of the Wolf
Wolves Call of the Wild
Wolves in Native American Culture
Yeha-Noha Native American chant
like the Indian,
choose their mates wisely
and do not part till death;
making the two spiritually entwined.
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
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.
ago, an old wolf came to that time when
his life on earth could last no longer.
"My people," he said,
follow in my footsteps when the time comes
for you to join me in the skyland."
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
a Lazy Day
of the Wolf
in the Snow
in the Night
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