The Alpha is a
symbol,
for each wolf
to adore.
The leader of
the pack,
nothing less,
nothing more.
The Alpha has
a vision,
of where the
pack is going to go.
The Alpha makes
the decisions,
makes the rules,
for the pack to grow
The Council
The trusted members
of the pack,
showing they
are true.
Earning the respect
of the alpha,
souls entwined
like glue.
suggesting to
the Alpha,
the visions that
they see.
Understanding
it's the alpha,
in the end that
has to believe.
The Beta
The Beta's are
the beacons,
with the vision
they have been shown.
Leading with
the Alpha,
in their absense
standing all alone.
Following the
vision, not straying on their own.
Filling in where
they are needed, evidence of how they have grown.
They are hunters,
lorekeepers, guardians if they must.
They can do it
all, that is how they got our trust.
The Gaurdian
Watches , enforcing
the rules of the alpha and the pack.
Not interpreting
the rules on their own,
or setting
new ones that don't exist.
just following
the rules that are on the list.
Using their diplomacy,their
presense, their tact,
a perfect representitive
of what it means to be pack.
They never offend
a member or a visitor of the pack.
They protect
, show respect
Would you care
to be a member where you don't fit in?
The gaurdians
are the first that can make a new wolf a freind.
To do otherwise
is not just mournful, its a sin.
The Keepers of Lore
Witnessing the
growing and the remembering of the past.
Retelling of
the stories, and the telling of the past.
so that each
mistake will not be repeated.
the last.
To remind all
the others, not sit in judgement.
The Poets & The Song Writers
They look upon
the world in a very different light,
spreading songs
and stories in both the daytime and the night.
twisting words
together in the storybook of life,
they tell the
our past a visage of our strife.
Some make us
wonder if that is trully how we are,
by writing or
our actions, of the travels and if you listen we will go far.
Others make our
fur just tingle, when they sing against the wind,
to ignore the
essence of thier song would be a frightful sin.
Singing to our
spirits hidden deep within our souls,
sending a tingle
right down to the tip of our nose.
others mingle
the words around
They never seem
to wander from what they feel within thier hearts.
The Pack
The members of
the clearing,
the ones that
have proven themselves pack.
The ones that
have found what they have searched for,
A family they
enjoy that seems to fit exact.
Who's ideals
meet with theirs, a place they can relax.
The Assessments
Wolves searching,
wandering alone,
finding what
they hope will soon become there home.
Seeing where
they fit in, watching all the rest,
matching to their
ideals, believing this pack is the best.
Some are here
to make new freinds,
and that is all
they seek.
Each wolf have
their reasons, so this I will repeat.
Think about the
pack and how you represent.
You could send
a soul a wandering,
by that word
or action you accidently spent.