Photo By Jimmie Jones
Rally For Wolves Washington D.C. Speech given by Laurie Nalani Hall to the group attending.
Through The Eyes Of 06 …
“I love standing on this high ledge, I can see the entire Lamar Valley of Yellowstone National Park from here. This valley is my home, I was born here, and it is the home of my ancestors the famous Agate and Druid Peak Pack. The human’s call us the Royals of the wolves there. I don’t know what the term Royals means, but they are my family and my heritage.
My mother # 472F, taught me how to hunt, cooperate with my pack and care for my siblings. Without her I would have never learned our ways. I worked hard to become all she could want of me, and I was overjoyed when I succeeded. Oh to hear her howls of approval and pride of my efforts was a song to my soul. I love her so; she was so wonderful and wise. My father # 113M, he was so loving and wise. We were called then the Agate pack.
When I came of age I took to wandering around the area of the vast valley. I wanted to see what was behind every bush and under every rock. I did this for a couple of years then one day I ran into a couple of irresistible brothers out wandering as I was. Oh they were so good looking and sweet as any lady wolf could ever find. All my other suitors could not hold a candle to these brothers, they were where I wanted to be, and be with.
I sure put them through their paces to win me, and in spite of their being younger than me, they won my heart. We traveled together and had many an adventure. As nature moves in her seasonal cycles, I became a mother to the most beautiful babies and I had chosen the den of my ancestors to bring them into the world.
From that time to now, our family rules over the Lamar Valley. My daughters and sons have grown and gone their individual ways and that is how it should be. I taught them all I knew and they learned well. My eldest daughters, now grown have families of their own. My sons are off being their own alpha’s and have left the valley to do so.
I have younger children I did not get to teach and show the way to. The one winter I sought after some strange sounds coming from another territory and went to investigate. I was to come upon a human in the forest. I stood and looked at him; humans have always been good to me so I had no fear of him. I came closer and he stood staring at me. Then everything went black.
The beta brother to my mate had gone near here a short time ago and did not come back. We looked and looked for him, we called and called but there was no response. I just could not give up looking for him. I loved him so, and he was the children’s favorite uncle. He loved me and even took the second place in our Alpha team just to be with me and his brother. He was so loving and dedicated to his family. We miss him so much.
After everything went black, I was different. I could see and hear, but it was not as I remembered. My body felt nothing and would not move. Nothing I did could get it to respond. That frightened me. The man took my collar off, and then he carried my body away. I lost track of it after that.
My family came looking for me, they howled for me but when I howled back they could not hear me. I don’t understand what has happened?
Days came and went, and then my alpha mate took the family back home to the valley. They were so sad and confused. They would stop, look back and howl again for me, then continue their journey. Something kept me from them and them me. It was a horrible feeling and loss. I kept trying to reach them, but failed. My mother did not teach me about this part of life. I don’t understand this. I followed them back home and watched them. I no longer could touch or feel them. But I watched and I followed.
My elder daughter took over the yearlings and her other younger siblings. She was always dependable and strong. My beloved mate left the valley alone. He was grieving so deeply and I wanted to let him know I was right here with him but he could not see or hear me.
In a short time, my family broke apart. It hurt my heart to see them divide. They were so lost and confused and scrambling for survival. They were all so dependent on my showing them the way. I worry for them now.
My girls have come of age at such a bad time. They are following nature and seeking their mates and will soon be tending their own pups. Time goes by so fast. I hope I have taught them enough to carry on without me and be successful with their own families.
So much has changed since that winter day I left the world of the Valley. I don’t understand how I got here or why. I keep re tracing my steps searching for a clue as to what it was that put me here. All I can remember last seeing was the human with a stick in his hands; he was pointing the stick at me. I just looked at him wondering if he was going to play a new stick game with me.
Then I was here.
Humans have never scared or hurt me; they were my neighbors in the valley. They would come and watch me and my family and be so excited when they saw us. It was so much fun then.
I still see many of the human’s that used to visit us. They are still in the valley, but my girls are not all there anymore. I have two daughters that have returned to her homeland in the valley, and the oldest has had her first puppies. Oh they are so beautiful! They are so small a group I have some concerns of them being able to grow and remain there. So much has changed, so much has been destroyed. I howl and howl for their ability to live in safety and peace. I can only visit them in their memories and their dreams now, it is the only way for me to continue to be with them and guide them. And every time they sleep, I go to them and love them and reassure them I am close by them.
I love standing on this ledge that overlooks our valley. It is our home, it is where we belong. And I love it. My spirit will never leave home.”
My mother # 472F, taught me how to hunt, cooperate with my pack and care for my siblings. Without her I would have never learned our ways. I worked hard to become all she could want of me, and I was overjoyed when I succeeded. Oh to hear her howls of approval and pride of my efforts was a song to my soul. I love her so; she was so wonderful and wise. My father # 113M, he was so loving and wise. We were called then the Agate pack.
When I came of age I took to wandering around the area of the vast valley. I wanted to see what was behind every bush and under every rock. I did this for a couple of years then one day I ran into a couple of irresistible brothers out wandering as I was. Oh they were so good looking and sweet as any lady wolf could ever find. All my other suitors could not hold a candle to these brothers, they were where I wanted to be, and be with.
I sure put them through their paces to win me, and in spite of their being younger than me, they won my heart. We traveled together and had many an adventure. As nature moves in her seasonal cycles, I became a mother to the most beautiful babies and I had chosen the den of my ancestors to bring them into the world.
From that time to now, our family rules over the Lamar Valley. My daughters and sons have grown and gone their individual ways and that is how it should be. I taught them all I knew and they learned well. My eldest daughters, now grown have families of their own. My sons are off being their own alpha’s and have left the valley to do so.
I have younger children I did not get to teach and show the way to. The one winter I sought after some strange sounds coming from another territory and went to investigate. I was to come upon a human in the forest. I stood and looked at him; humans have always been good to me so I had no fear of him. I came closer and he stood staring at me. Then everything went black.
The beta brother to my mate had gone near here a short time ago and did not come back. We looked and looked for him, we called and called but there was no response. I just could not give up looking for him. I loved him so, and he was the children’s favorite uncle. He loved me and even took the second place in our Alpha team just to be with me and his brother. He was so loving and dedicated to his family. We miss him so much.
After everything went black, I was different. I could see and hear, but it was not as I remembered. My body felt nothing and would not move. Nothing I did could get it to respond. That frightened me. The man took my collar off, and then he carried my body away. I lost track of it after that.
My family came looking for me, they howled for me but when I howled back they could not hear me. I don’t understand what has happened?
Days came and went, and then my alpha mate took the family back home to the valley. They were so sad and confused. They would stop, look back and howl again for me, then continue their journey. Something kept me from them and them me. It was a horrible feeling and loss. I kept trying to reach them, but failed. My mother did not teach me about this part of life. I don’t understand this. I followed them back home and watched them. I no longer could touch or feel them. But I watched and I followed.
My elder daughter took over the yearlings and her other younger siblings. She was always dependable and strong. My beloved mate left the valley alone. He was grieving so deeply and I wanted to let him know I was right here with him but he could not see or hear me.
In a short time, my family broke apart. It hurt my heart to see them divide. They were so lost and confused and scrambling for survival. They were all so dependent on my showing them the way. I worry for them now.
My girls have come of age at such a bad time. They are following nature and seeking their mates and will soon be tending their own pups. Time goes by so fast. I hope I have taught them enough to carry on without me and be successful with their own families.
So much has changed since that winter day I left the world of the Valley. I don’t understand how I got here or why. I keep re tracing my steps searching for a clue as to what it was that put me here. All I can remember last seeing was the human with a stick in his hands; he was pointing the stick at me. I just looked at him wondering if he was going to play a new stick game with me.
Then I was here.
Humans have never scared or hurt me; they were my neighbors in the valley. They would come and watch me and my family and be so excited when they saw us. It was so much fun then.
I still see many of the human’s that used to visit us. They are still in the valley, but my girls are not all there anymore. I have two daughters that have returned to her homeland in the valley, and the oldest has had her first puppies. Oh they are so beautiful! They are so small a group I have some concerns of them being able to grow and remain there. So much has changed, so much has been destroyed. I howl and howl for their ability to live in safety and peace. I can only visit them in their memories and their dreams now, it is the only way for me to continue to be with them and guide them. And every time they sleep, I go to them and love them and reassure them I am close by them.
I love standing on this ledge that overlooks our valley. It is our home, it is where we belong. And I love it. My spirit will never leave home.”
**Special thanks to “Legend of Lamar Valley” for providing this information!
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