Into The Wild: A Farewell To TheTopTens

keycha1n It has been 37 days, and the wolves have accepted me as one of their own. The curious ways of the wild are tempting. Perhaps I am becoming animalistic as I type, my fingers unnaturally tapping against a hard surface. It has become clear to me that paws are superior in every way. It's true and obvious now that I belong in the trees and rocks. Naked and cuddled against mates that recognize my howls and could eat me at any possible moment.

Hunting is another story. I am a natural born runner on all fours, and have adapted to eat raw meat with delight. There is a slight possibility that I am slowly going insane, but I will never know. I simply cannot turn down the opportunity to run off into the woods and live with my fellow wolf friends. In fact, as I am writing this tender goodbye, they are waiting for me right outside this house that I will no longer call home. Such loyalty is not found in human society.

I am willing to give up my humanly comforts, not only the indoor plumbing, but all. I will hunt, capture and rip open deer with my fellow wolves until the day I die. Maybe that will be sometime soon, but I am willing to risk it.

The wild has made me realize something very important, and it is that humans belong in it as well. My primitive instincts tell me to run, to hunt, to eat, to live, and listening to nothing else has given me a great sense of clarity. I have a new outlook on life, human life is filled with the pursuit of success, while this new life I am plunging into offers something much more black and white: Eat, and live. I feel the forest calling me, as if they are begging me to join. The trees groan and the dirt calls my name, day after day. I must follow my gut-for there is nothing else I can do anymore-and leave all of you humans for a new life. A better life. A life in the wild.

I must end this message soon, as the wolves are starting to howl at me. For some inexplicable reason, I understand their impatient voices. I speak the language of wolves, I move like wolves, I will soon live like wolves. So, as my hands are beginning to morph into furry paws and my jaw elongates into a muzzle and wet nose, I have a final message for you all:

Ooooooh, Ooooowwwwww, ooo, owowwwowww

Farewell..

-A Wolf

Comments

Does this mean you're leaving? - Turkeyasylum (3/27/2015)

For clarification, this is what happens at midnight. No, I'm not leaving! - keycha1n (3/27/2015)

Thank goodness. - visitor (3/28/2015)

Phew! - Turkeyasylum (4/5/2015)

Good - BeatlesFan1964 (5/10/2015)