My mentor was a wise Cherokee woman, who taught me about sacred spirit animals. She made me my first medicine pouch, which held the medicine of a wolf tooth. One of her wolves had lost one, and she thought it would bring me much needed strength. I proudly wore it to Catholic school, hoping it would shield me from the mean girls. In retrospect, wearing a large medicine pouch visible to such mean girls probably did not help my cause.
Regardless, I grew to understand that wolves possessed the incredible power of family, loyalty, strength, and leadership. The people at the Wolf Mountain Sanctuary obviously felt the same way, as I heard an hour of inspirational stories. Some involved humans saving these majestic creatures and most involved wolves saving us. Wolves here were incredibly wise, pointing out when people were sick, and had even diagnosed cancer twice.
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