Teen-wolf, A parable in too many words

The young wolf was concerned. He had noticed that the alpha female was ignoring him and the alpha male spent most of his time making the young wolf’s life a living hell. Slashing, taking his food, snarling when he came close. The rest of the pack was following the lead of the alpha wolf, because that was the way of wolves and to do otherwise was too dangerous socially to contemplate. The pack wolves had learned through experience that conflict with the alpha would lead to banishment, injury or even death. As it was winter the young wolf both literally and physically felt the alpha and the rest of the wolves giving him the cold shoulder coming between him and the food and social contact wolves innately crave. He was aware of the situation even though he did not exactly know its cause.
Wolves are a social animal they live and work together as one. It seems a foundational need and skill for wolves to be with other wolves. Every animal is a piece of the dynamic whole. But wolf packs are not a democracy running on consensus they are a despotic monarchy that runs largely on fear, the alpha male/female or both make the decisions, eat first and control the rest of the pack with slashing claw and intimidating growl. Communication between members runs through and is controlled by the alphas. It is sometimes said that in order to understand the actions and the personality of the pack you must simply observe the actions of the alpha wolf.
The young wolf was at first confused by the aggressive actions of the alpha and could feel that the rest of the wolves in the pack were following suit even as he became aware that he must have done something to offend the alpha. He understood pack dynamics and had participated in the past in driving unwanted pack members from the fold, pack members driven out because they were the wrong color, wrong size, lacked intelligence, were disabled, or had simply offended the alphas in some way. He knew that the process was slow but inexorable, as the control of the alpha was exerted more and more the position of the offending wolf became more and more tenuous in the pack. The young wolf was relegated to the rear of the pack, given no respect even from those who were lower in the pack pecking order, he soon noticed that the only communication he received from any of the pack was in the form of snarls and disrespect.
The young wolf had a decision to make, he could stay, fight, snarl and attack back, in the hope that the pack would change but he knew from experience that was very unlikely as it was 1 against many and as long as the alphas were in charge. He could strike out on his own, going against the very nature of wolves and become a lobo or lone wolf a wolf without support social contact, or anyone to aid him should there be trouble or lastly he could begin searching for another pack who would accept him as a member. All of these pathways were fraught with danger. He thought if I stay they will destroy me either mentally, physically or both. He then worried that If I strike out on my own I may be too weak to thrive in a different, sometimes harsh and tumultuous world. Just as the young wolf was thinking these thoughts he heard for the first time, because normally his own pack made so much noise it was impossible to hear anything else, in the distance the sounds of another pack, different in some ways, but in many ways, much the same. Together they were praising the moon in many new and different voices. He had never actually heard these voices before because he was too busy listening to the voices of his own pack. He considered the pack sleeping together from his place just at the edge of the pack and realized they had lost his respect by their refusal to give respect, his decision had already been made for him. He got slowly to his feet. Looking back just once he trotted off in search of a better place, a new pack, a place where he might be accepted for what he was, not what he was not. As he trotted away slowly from the past and the only home he had ever known, sadly leaving what had been his best friends, in search of his own future, he slowly but carefully blocked each and every one of his old pack from his mind and his cell phone.


About safrisri

I was a school teacher until retirement. I have taught at all educational levels from pre-school to college. My college degree is general science which I arrived at after 5 years and 5 different majors. A degree as it turns out, almost as valuable and in demand as one in Neo-Bulgarian Mythology. I have been around education for around 40 years and can remember when teaching was a pleasant, happy and creative job and our schools were the same. Now I'm the guy sitting on the porch with an opinion on everything.
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