Wolves and Dogs

The following is an excerpt from the upcoming book Evergreen Trees: The Mythic Spirituality of Draug by Geirulf Odinsson:

There are two kinds of wolf – the hungry wolf, and the noble wolf.

Everyone else is a tame, domesticated dog.

Wolves hunt in packs. The hungry wolf packs are usually dynastic families, corporate entities, crime organisations, or tyrannical political regimes. The noble wolves are fewest in number, a critically endangered species, and their packs are often sundered, and in need of regathering. Many noble wolves are unaware that they even are a wolf, having been raised alone among the dogs.

Hungry wolves and noble wolves are sworn enemies, and so hungry wolves, in all their cunning, devise insidious means by which to eliminate their noble enemies.

Every single person is born a wolf. Every one. But the hungry wolves that control the world make sure that the pups are trained to be domestic dogs. The pups are taken to training facilities and are taught all the commands and tricks that the hungry wolves have devised for them. They are rewarded when they perform them, and punished when they don’t. They are rigorously processed, trained, and tested, then either approved or disapproved. If they become good, obedient little dogs with ‘prospects’, they may stand a chance in life. The training has become ingrained and they are adept at following orders, serving a master, and performing all the tricks expected of them.

The vast majority of people fall victim to this appalling fate, yet the independent, the smart, and the strong are capable of holding on to their wolfish nature. The noble wolf sees straight through the dog. For the most part, the education system is an unfriendly place for noble wolves. Some simply keep their head down and suffer in silence, enduring the indignity of life among the dogs. The others are the troublemakers, the rebels, the insubordinates, they who rarely fare well. In their pain and confusion, they often succumb to addiction or crime, becoming hungry wolves; or, worst of all, their spirit is crushed, they surrender themselves entirely, and they become dogs.

Only the strongest among the wolves manage to remain wild, free, noble and untamed.

Hungry wolves are extremely dangerous. They prey on those weaker and less fortunate than themselves. They are the psychopaths, the ruthless businessmen, the gangsters, the bankers, the charming men in suits with the warm smiles and the cold eyes. They are the popes, cardinals, and bishops, the faith healers, and the terrorists. They are the kings, the dear leaders, the presidents and the chancellors.

The great hungry wolf packs include wealthy dynasties, crime families, the upper echelons of the religious organisations, the corporate boards, and banking giants. They will do anything they can to advance the supremacy of their pack, if necessary at the expense of all other packs. The incestuous royal wolves of the middle ages would start full scale wars, massacre countless innocents, and burn towns and cities to the ground, all simply to maintain the dominance of their deranged little pack. They do not hunt out of necessity, but out of cruelty and malevolence.

Hungry wolves are the most dangerous creature in the forest. The forest would be better off if the hungry wolves were hunted down and destroyed.

The second sort of wolf is the noble wolf. Noble wolves were the pups that refused to be dogs. They wish to follow their own destiny and cannot abide corrupt or inept authority figures. They do not blindly accept what they are told, and they certainly cannot be bought. They are the untamed. Despite the rigorous training they have been afflicted with since they were pups, they have retained a connection to their wild nature, their free self.

Have you ever felt like a wolf without a pack? Do you feel like you belong somewhere but you have no idea where? Ever do noble wolves yearn for their pack, yet they can never seem to find them. They are few and far between, and they are very often solitary creatures.

Imagine the confusion and pain of the wolf pup without its pack, watching the other pups get turned into dogs, and being called a freak and an alien by dogs whom the wolf can remember as wolf cubs.

The noble wolf often walks alone through life, sad, angry, lost.

They feel like outsiders, like they have to learn how to blend in with the dogs in order to satisfy their social needs.

Yet at all times they wonder who they truly are, and where their pack has gone.

It is very much in the interest of the hungry wolves to keep the noble wolves isolated and confused and at the mercy of the dogs. Ultimately, the hungry wolves seek the extinction of the noble wolves. This is why the hungry wolves breed dogs to begin with. They fear and hate everybody else, especially those who cannot be made into dogs.

Nothing would be a greater threat to the hungry wolf than a vast, unified pack of noble wolves with vengeance in their hearts. It is this that they truly fear. If all the sundered noble wolves of the world were able to find each other and reunite their pack, they would be unstoppable. The reign of the hungry wolves would end overnight, and the breeding of dogs would end.

Dogs are dogs. Most people on earth are dogs. They are bred to love their masters and perform any trick they are commanded to. They are abused creatures.

Switch on the television and you will be bombarded with shows made for dogs. Perhaps you’ll switch on the fashion shows, where pampered pooches with their little ribbons strut down the catwalks looking pleased with themselves. The judges make or break the poor little things by saying “good dog” or “bad dog”.

All the while the hungry wolves laugh and count their money.

Perhaps you’ll switch on the sport, where you’ll see large, impressive looking dogs running around a field chasing a ball. There was once a time when sport was a celebration of human excellence. But now even sport has been reduced to a tame canine exercise ruled over by hungry wolves. Consider those they call the legends of football; your David Beckhams and Christiano Ronaldos. These are pampered, narcissistic little muts. They bear their torsos on deodorant cans and underwear packaging, they promote trashy little products, and wag their tail as everybody shouts: “Good dog! Sexy dog!” Their masters dress them up in expensive clothes and keep them groomed, fit, toned, and lean. They are bought and sold, priced according to their skill and fame, and when they become too old to be useful, they are retired and left to fend for themselves.

All the while the hungry wolves laugh and count their money.

The most valuable dogs to the hungry wolves are the guard dogs. The guard dogs protect the hungry wolves from the noble wolves, and the helpless dogs from the rabid dogs. These muts might think they are wolves, but they are not. They are trained dogs. They attack what they have been trained to attack. They destroy what they are ordered to destroy. They are obedient servants to their masters.

And when they return from some nonsensical rich-man’s war, everybody shouts: “Good dog! Heroic dog!”.

When they are no longer fit for service, they are thrown aside by the predatory wolves and left to fend for themselves.

Warriors are wolves. Soldiers are dogs.

Better to be a wolf than a dog.


In the 21st century, the dogs vastly outnumber the noble wolves a million to one.

The noble wolves are alone.

But they are strong.

It is time for their pack to reunite, and for the reign of the hungry wolves to finally end.

Nothing could be more important.

It is precisely this that the hungry wolves fear more than anything else in this world.