Arat shivered at the sound of the wolf howls in the distance.
“Grandfather,” she queried. “Are we in danger?”
“No Little One,” the old Shaman replied. “They are howling at the moon.”
“Why do they do that?” the lass asked.
Long ago, the first wolf, Lupa roamed the wilds on his own. He was lonely and sad, and when the sun set each day he was plunged in darkness, and his loneliness became all the greater in the gloom. He longed for companionship and in his desperation, he concocted a plan. He would hide on the edge of the western horizon and await the ending of the day. Then when the great Sola, the sun, was at her weakest and also her nearest to the Earth, he would suck in her brightness into his mighty lungs. Once darkness came he would breath out her light, so he would have a companion in the darkness. Which is exactly what he did.
“What happened,” the girl asked intrigued.
When darkness fell, Lupa ran to the eastern horizon and let out his breath with a mighty howl, As he did, the diminished light of Sola raced into the sky trying to rejoin the rest of her. But as Sola had already passed beyond the Sky-boundary to the west, the light captured by Lupa could only chase after the rest of her.
The lesser light became panicked and frustrated. It was then that Lupa spoke.
“Why are you rushing away so? Why not slow down and enjoy my company?” the great wolf asked.
“But I must catch up with my body,” the light responded.
“Why? When you are so beautiful yourself?” the wolf complemented.
The light slowed, and thought about the comment.
“But I must return,” she finally said, though the flattery had affected her deeply.
“If you must, you must,” Lupa responded. “But I for one would will miss your splendid silver sheen. Oh, it is so much more pleasant that Sola’s harsh brightness.”
The light paused yet again. It was torn by both the desire to return to Sola and to have glory of her own.
“I hope we meet again sometime,” the wolf said with feigned sadness and turned to pad into the forest.
“Wait,” said the light. “I think I might tarry a little while.”
Lupa smiled to himself. He knew then he had found a companion for the night.
“I am Lupa,” he at last said. “And how shall I address your beautiful self?”
The light thought for a moment then said, “Luna, my name is Luna.”
“And that Granddaughter, was the beginning of the great friendship. The wolves to this day howl to welcome Luna upon her return.”
The girl smiled and stretched out on her blanket and looked up at the moon. In her mind she let out a howl. Welcome back Luna. She then rolled over and fell fast asleep.