Moon Sister, Wolf Brother She stood in the tall grass as the golden moon rose behind her, not as a stranger to the land — but as part of its song. Her name was Ahyoka, meaning “she brings happiness.” But tonight, her spirit was solemn. It was the night of the Long Moon, when stories walked on wind and ancestors whispered through fur and feather. Beside her stood the great wolf, eyes reflecting the same fire that burned in hers. He was not a pet, not a beast, but her brother in soul — the one who taught her to listen with silence and move with knowing. Together, they watched the horizon. The world did not speak in words, but in breath, in shadow, in pulse. Her braid carried prayers, her skin carried symbols, her heart carried promise. And the wolf? He carried the wild. The truth. The bond that could never be broken. They did not need to speak. The moon had already told them everything. #nativeamericanwisdom