(wind through trees, low heavy pulse begins) You were never meant to walk alone. (pause) You learned it. You adapted. You survived. (soft distant howl) But survival is not the same as belonging. (pulse deepens) I am the space between breaths, the pause where one heartbeat waits for another. (second howl joins - slightly closer) The pack is not weakness. It is memory. (pause) You do not have to carry everything by yourself. (gentle layered breaths - in… out…) Lean. (soft footfall rhythm) We move together. We stop together. We grieve together. (howls overlap briefly, then soften) If you are tired, we slow. (pause) If you are lost, we call. (final low howl - steady, grounding) You belong. You always did. (pulse fades, wind remains, then silence)
