Journey aka OR7
What's his likeness amongst the north/south divide, amongst the shifting winter light at high noon? What's his call in the ghost of his likeness? When is the full moon full? When will the warmth of his paw be a blessing, his eyes friendly, his look the look of a god? When will the wild forever be wild in the high rough, in the fallen bark, in the scrub grass? How far will he see from afar in the snow haze? How far?