I remember once, that someone said one day all the creatures could live in peace. That everyone would be happy, and live together in harmony. And that someone also said that there would be no death, because everybody, every single animal, creature, living or a plant, was one soul, and killing or dying would be killing every single being on the planet. I guess that someone lied. Things aren't even close to what that someone said, and because of it, we're perishing, slowly and inevitably, though it's not really showing. All the other animals and plants, trees and grass, are gone. All that's left is us. The Wolves. And, I guess that's O.K, but no, not really. Saints is the only place we can live now. Saints has been our home for thousands of years, or so the ancient books tell us. Something about Saints keeps life abundant, but, not like they used to be, say the elders. There used to be... to be animals called 'deer', that our ancestors used to hunt. And 'caribou'! Man, what I wouldn't give to see those! But they're gone now, and, we can't bring them back. Grananma says that there used to be rabbits here before I was born, but, I guess they died. Or escaped. Sometimes, animals can escape from under Saints, by digging? But, I wouldn't see why you would want to leave. There's grass, and fracknor! Plenty of fracknor, more then I came eat. Sometimes I wonder what's outside Saints. Sometimes, I stand at the edge, squint my eyes, prick my ears. But all I can see and ear, is the mute darkness. Or maybe, that's just what they want us to think. Nobody that has left, has ever come back, and what's to expect but they died? But still, I wonder what's outside, the walls of the dome.
