There was a Wolf who, like most of her kind, loved the Moon. This Wolf, however, found profound joy in the Moon’s soft light that she found nowhere else — not in the hunt, not in her pack — only in her Moon. She danced in his light and sang with abandon whenever he shone upon her. The Moon looked down at this Wolf who loved him and he fell in love with her and her beautiful song to him.

I love you!

A beautiful love of Wolf and Moon.

The Wolf believed she could possess the Moon, someday, either by his design or hers. When she sang her joyous songs, she sang of “someday...someday” The Moon agreed and promised in soft whispers, “someday...someday” for he was much in love with his Wolf.

someday...someday...

someday...someday...

One early morning while Wolf slept, exhausted after a song- and Moon-filled night, the Moon began his descent from the sky. That dawn, as he often did, he met the sky ruler, the Sun. The Sun’s growing light all but removed the Moon’s face from the sky, and Moon bowed respectfully.

“Ah Moon,” said the Sun, growing brighter, “I have been wanting to talk to you.” The Moon paused to listen, though he was a bit impatient to be gone. Moon did not dislike the Sun, but he had always believed that the Sun needed to learn more about subtlety. No one, he reasoned, ever got a Moon-burn.

Ah Moon! I have been wanting to talk to you.

“I have heard,” continued the Sun, growing brighter still, “strange reports from Sister Earth about you, stories of how you, in trying to leave your orbit, have caused great upheaval upon her surface. Is this true?” The Moon paled, remembering the tidal floods his attempted deviation from his orbit had caused.

“Only once did I attempt such a thing,” replied the Moon with quiet dignity.

Only once I did attempt such a thing.

Is this true?

“But,” asked the Sun, “do you not once again plan such an attempt?” Moon was astounded. Who had told Sun such a thing, since it was something he had only whispered to himself in the night, something he had not even begun to figure out how to do. In reply, Moon was silent, answer enough for the Sun.

“Know this,” thundered the Sun, now risen bright in the sky, “that if you ever do attempt such a thing, you will certainly destroy sister Earth and all upon her.” At this, the Moon paled to invisibility. He did not wish to hear more, yet the Sun continued.



“Your orbit is preordained, one from which you cannot stray.” The Sun was quiet for a moment and then continued.

“Once,” he told Moon, “I too loved an Earth creature and wished to be near her. I sent her a kiss that not only destroyed her and all her family but completely wiped her species from the Earth. It took Sister Earth many eons to overcome my mistake.”

The Moon listened, incredulous, at what the Sun told him, and he suddenly felt a new respect for this bright being. With this respect came the sinking knowledge that what the Sun was telling him was true. As he slipped from sight, he heard the Sun one last time before he slipped around the Earth to ride the dark sky alone.

“Love her from a distance, my friend,” he heard the Sun say, “for to try to do more would cause her and all her kind much harm.”

Love her from a distance....

The next night, the Wolf sat quietly in the Moon’s full light, singing of her love for him. As always, the Moon’s soft light fell around her, and she could almost feel his touch. That night, the Wolf was overjoyed to see her Moon, until she heard the words he whispered, words very different than any he had ever said before. She sat in frozen silence as her Moon whispered a terrible thing.

“You, my beautiful Wolf and I, your Moon must remain apart — always.”