In a golden glare. A beavers tail sways upon the water. The bears search for fish. The moon lights the path to the foxes hole. The horses trails. The mountains peaks. The cubs sitting in the sun. The cougars leap through the air. His mom taught him, if you follow wolves, you will fight. Don’t bounce with the birds before the trees fall down. Stand as an elk and head into the woods. There is always something searching for you. Is it breakfast? A bear is sniffing for its survival.