Huan, Greatest of the Elvish Wolfhounds

One of the werewolves here now as a trainee is a professor of literature...I know, surprised me too. He is a Tolkien fan, amongst other fandoms, and he told something last night very interesting. We were talking about old stories and legends and werelore in general, and he started telling tidbits and trivias from literature and history.

This wolfprof said that the battle between Huan and Draugluin is based upon a historical event and that Tolkien was a weredog. He also said that if Tolkien had been a werewolf he would have told it differently.

In J.R.R. Tolkien's histories, of Middle-earth and the Undying Lands, there was a vast array of good and evil, of heroes and villains, and they were, of course, often brought together to do battle.

In this time and place, evil created many evil beasts to torment the peoples of Middle-earth. The wolves and werewolves of Melkor the Dark Enemy were some of the more vile and terrifying. Note: These wolves were not normals wolves, but creatures created by evil, for evil.

One of the most over-looked heroes is Huan, largest and fiercest and lord of the wolfhounds, who were created, or maybe magically bred, by the elves to oppose and destroy the wolves and werewolves. They were very effective. And Huan was the greatest of them, enormous in size and strength and also immortal. Oh, and he spoke and understood the languages of men and elves.

To free his lord, Huan went to Sauron's tower on the Isle of Werewolves. There he slew multitudes of werewolves before finally Draugluin, lord and sire of all werewolves, came out to face Huan. It was an epic battle, but Huan killed Draugluin. Then Sauron came out, pissed off about losing his top werewolf, and Huan kicked his ass also. Sauron surrendered the tower and dispelled all his forces and fled.

Damn. And hoo-ah.

This wolfprof says that that story derives, with some alterations, from the time of all-out war between the forces of neanderthals and werewolves and those of humans and weredogs, that it happened approximately 12,000 years ago. I am intrigued and seeking more details.

Also, you have not lived until you have tried to teach werewolves fire discipline with rifles and pistols. Most want to be cowboys and fire gangsta style. Dog help me.

Breaks over. Back to the range.

Weretigers and Werelions

When I was traveling last year I heard rumors about weretigers. I've heard them before. There have long been legends of weretigers in East Asia and Southern Russia.

There are legends of werelions amongst the Kung bushman of the Kalahari. The werelions did not bother the Kung as long as the Kung did not bother them. There were laws, abided to by both species. It was not until Europeans arrived in the area that troubles began, when werelions began attacking European colonials. The Europeans thought it was insurgents. Their weredogs knew better, and took the fight to the werelions, who were all either killed or driven off.

John Harry Caldwell in the 1920s killed a lot of tigers in northern China and souther Russia and was often told by local elders that they could not be tigers simply because a man killed them.

The Wu Guild was started by a bunch of weredogs in China that had just dealt with and eradicated and run off a large pack of werewolves that had been preying on locals in a nearby district. A dog guild is a pack with a very focused mission.

Given that their mission was to serve and protect humans they investigated, assuming it was another group of werewolves masquerading as tigers. After several weeks, the story goes, they were confronted by an enormous weretiger who spoke to them and seemed as surprised about their existence as they were of his. According to reports, the guild leader tried to talk to the weretiger, but was killed for his troubles. The rest of the pack attacked.

That weredog guild fought and tracked and hunted and and finally killed that weretiger. It took them nearly a month. But only three of that guild pack made it out of those mountains, claiming they killed the weretiger, and carrying just two of their friends bodies. No rumors were ever again heard of a weretiger or any other kind of werefeline, dog be praised.

Until recently.

Wolf Wisdom

There are several werewolves here acting as trainers. I have to admit, their tracking skills are impressive. And their tactics for pursuit and fighting while in movement are also impressive. But they tend to want to leave camp at night and either run around in the nearby woods and fields, hunting and/or howling, or head to the nearby bars, the favorite of which is a strip joint known for its rough crowd.

Rumors are that the rough crowd has thinned out lately at the strip joint, that an regular there, a locally infamous biker named "Snake" who is known for being rough with the dancers, and also with his girlfriend and her daughters, has not been in for over a week, and neither has been seen at home about that same time. Too bad. Sounds like a great guy.

Did I mention that werewolves make damn good vigilantes?

One of our werewolf trainers helps me teach some soft skills classes, such as Critical Decisions and ROE, Rules of Engagement. Thursday in class a student, a labradoodle from St. Louis, asked a question that took the discussion off into a philosophical tangent. After some rambling about between us and the students, this wolf trainer offered up these tenets of wolf wisdom which he says he was taught by his pack as a young pup.

Wolf credo:
Respect your elders - They know things, they raised you.
Teach the young - They are the future of your pack.
Cooperate with the pack - The pack that hunts together, eats together.
Play when you can - All word makes for a dull wolf.
Hunt when you must - Or you will go hungry or starve.
Rest in between - An exhausted wolf can't hunt well.
Share your affections - Doing so bonds you to your pack and they to you.
Voice your feelings - So your pack knows how you feel about things. And keeping it caged inside you will kill you.
Leave your mark - So your friends and foes know where you are and where you were, for security as well as legacy.

We are cutting everyone loose to go into town tonight. Hope we do not regret that. Hopefully the weather will keep anyone from getting hurt, killed or thrown into jail or the dog pound.

Dog Joke

A wolf told this joke the last night.

A girl was visiting her friend who had acquired two new dogs and asked the friend what their names were. The blonde friend said that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. The girl said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"  The blonde friend laughed and said, "Don't you know anything? They're watch dogs!"

Wolves love to tell dog jokes. But then dogs love to tell dog jokes. It is interesting to note that probably neither dogs or wolves write their own material.

How to Spot a Neo

I get asked a lot how to spot a neo. It is easier for a dog, or some sort of canid, than it is for people, as a canine can tell easily by scent, smell. But people can do it too, easily, when they learn how.

A neo has a bad smell, something that is sour and putrid about it, even to the canid nose, morse so than feces or corpses. And their voices convey something that is not right, has a tinny edge that is not quite natural. And their posture and the way they move is not good or natural. And worst of all is their eyes, which do not seem to fit into either predator or prey categories, but into something purely vile and evil.

Dick Cheney is a neo. No doubt about it. So is Nancy Pelosi. Cheney is a bit more obvious about it. The Kardashians are all neos.

When a person, or dog or wolf, makes your hackles jump up like they are on fire, makes you feel uneasy, like you want to get away, or draw your weapons, prepare to fight or defend, gives you a bad or sick feeling in your gut by just being near them, then there is a good chance that individual is a neo. Watch him/her. Do not take your eyes off him/her.

Some neos lack hair or do not have much of it. Many neos use fake hair to disguise. And I am not just referring to head hair, or even just face hair. I mean hair all over. People are supposed to have hair on their arms and legs, some. Some people are not very hairy. But even those people have hair, just not much.

Be wary and aware. But then you should do this with everyone anyways, all people, dogs and wolves.

Updating - Things at Home

I returned home last October, worn and torn, mentally and physically from my recent travels, which were pretty damn far and wide, to find the house empty. It was locked, but I let myself in, called Warin, alerted the pack of my return, and waited.

Rooster showed up on the second day. He said that he was gone for a few days, long-range hunting and cat-carousing, and came home to find everyone gone.

I still have no idea where they are. I have been hunting and searching, for sign and scent, on the ground and on the net, for any lead to help me find them, or find out where they are or went.

Meanwhile, I have been busy with counter-neo ops, patrols, pack meetings, acting as wolf liaison, catching up with Warin and Caitlyn, who is becoming quite the pack asset.

Then came this training center here in the sticks of west-central Missouri, where we are training and preparing werefolk, both dogs and wolves, for the impending counter-neo ops. I was surprised at the level of decline of martial skills in so many weredogs, but even more surprised at the decline in werewolves, who most dogs assume maintain a sharp edge on their fighting skills.

Not so. Or not so much. Werewolves are being sucked into and seduced by modernity nearly as much as weredogs. And people.

I had a werewolf come see me and tell me she knows who killed Rex. I listened, but was incredulous, at first. She and I have been looking for proof, some of which she already provided to me. But, the more I know the more I wish I didn't know.

Good Vid

Can you find the werewolf?

Inspirational Video

It is not who you think it is.

This was sent to me by a friend.