Clash of the Wolf Titans

Legendary tale of the Sawtooth

Clash of the Wolf Titans

On a showground just offside Shangri La, a wolf discovered the path to the core of Stanley’s most passionate forces. Elk fans came out in force, as did mighty spokespersons for and against the wolf. Some in the crowd were rooting for more than one entry. The wolf had been waiting for the new cell phone system to be put into place and the brightest sunny day had arrived. The mate of the wolf –who never loses track of her- waited above a bluff of the towns’ major intersection to behold this event. 

Cell phones soon dinged like tiny church bell communiqués throughout the town. Men hanging their snow machines up to dry came outside blinking their eyes. Then the peoples expected reactions began. As the crowd swelled, so too did egos. “Git thee to a Canada!” Shouted one swarthy warrior. Another central Idaho scrutinizer clasping tight to a bag of fresh gingerbread stood forth from the shadows and shouted “That is a really nice wolf sir!” A third fumbled her technology enhancer. When she re-gathered it, one asked her to please check and see what time exactly would that bad moon be rising tonight? 

With each attempt to strike at the wolf a ferocious wave wound through the crowd of Stanley Central. The wolf nuzzled a signal to its mate that all was accorded to Natures plan. Reflections in the alpha wolfs eyes showed twilight approaching as their stomachs lively jangled with elk meat juices. Meanwhile the experts in the library and bar turned into conversations, which mostly concluded that the wolf was a valuable teacher –possibly a messenger of peace- and that if we’d listen, we’d glisten. If not then we’ll just have to Cope.