The park was filled with the voices of children at play and the world at this moment seemed at peace. 

Over by a small patch of grass a group of children where running with vigorous energy playing an old traditional game of “Tag”. Until one of the children, a black wolf, tripped over himself and scratched his knee slightly, this feeling to the young wolf was new and unknown to him, as he had never been hurt in anyway before, unfortunately it had a negative impact on him so it was not his fault If his only reaction to this is to cry, hold the wound close and leak tears from his eyes.

The boy’s father, an older black wolf, was enjoying the comfort of the park admiring the scenery that god had painted and listening to the songs the birds sang but that was all disturbed by the sounds of pain uttering from his sons mouth. Instinctively he ran to his son, to whom he found curled up holding his knee close, kneeling down beside him and examining what caused his son to cry out like this he found the graze upon his knee.

Smiling the father sighed with relief knowing that the injury was only minor he patted his son’s head and whispered words of comfort to him like “it’s going to be okay” before kissing the wound and hugging his son, knowing neither of these things could subside pain, but it was the least he could do. 

The young wolf stopped crying, the pain had not fully subsided but his mind and body slowly learned to control it, it was not the kiss that stopped his tears nor was it the receptors in his skin and fur that stopped sending pain messages to his mind, it was his father’s love and care for him that made the pain stop, this act of fatherly compassion is what made the boy realise that his dad would always be there for him, and with that he hugged his father back and got up to return to his friends only to find himself disheartened.

His friends had abandoned him; in that small time they continued there game without him and leaving the wolf momentarily alone before his father came to his aid. Seeing the sad look on his sons face and that his newfound friends had deserted further from where they were. He leant down to his son again and said “hey, want to get some ice cream?” the expression on his son’s face changed quicker then a rabbit and he nodded energetically.

Placing his son onto his back, to form a piggy-back, they walked away from the park. The young wolf had learned a lesson today but he would soon learn more as time goes on, as we all know, life is full of lessons.