A Ranger’s Courage and his Feral Empathy - By Kibbolt

A Mage Hunter Poem

The campfire pops and crackles,
a modicum of safety in the midst of the woods.
Predators lie in wait, baring their fangs.
A sea of eyes hiding in the brush.

The rules of nature aren’t kind to the hungry and desperate.
The cub, defeated, clings to life after it fails to dispatch his target.
Our tools were aimed, but our companion embraced him,
The rivers of red drooling from his neck warranted revenge,
but he saw through the desperate plight of the creature.

The wolf was left starved,
not just for meat,
but for the warming embrace of a loving, kind soul.

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