I found a wolf, whimpering in the woods

I walked with oak trees, densely positioned
Gathering wildflowers to take home with me
And just off in the distance, howling past the rivers edge
I hear a call of distress, and so I forged my way into the wild
Curiosity settled down in my bones
And much like a compass searching for north, I dart my eyes all around in wonder
Following it's cries throughout the landscape previously untouched. My feet pressed upon land I get up and go
My senses have left me and now I am running

At full speed and stupidly looking for danger
I'm running so hard that I fall to my knees
I get myself up and push myself on
I race with the spring of the season
Leaping over fallen trees, thick and deeply rooted
The winds rush from the wilderness cooling my fading breathe, I am hypnotized as well as foolish
Caught up in overgrowth, I start to peel back
Climbing and searching, my steps became halted

I find myself deep in the woods
I find a wolf, whimpering
Make my way beyond the banks of the river
Treading in waters slowly flowing
My feet buckle as I mark my presence
Floundering quickly out of the water
The wolf watches me but not as I'd expected
He howl's beneath the leaves soaked by the sun
I'm captivated, stumbling and soaring with insanity

My steps drown me as I sink further into the water
And make my way past what I cannot see
I reached out my hand to convey my intentions
My smile implies protective assistance but
Nothing compares with the unavoidable price of life
As my body is weighed down by an immeasurable might
Sharpened teeth cut through my skin
It was sudden but clear the objective
His cries, a signal of deliberate intention
Premeditated and somewhat insidious
I contemplate how stunningly swift death had come
Frantic and bloodthirsty creature lurked in anticipation

As I followed his cries, they settled in my bones
Propelled my feet to get up and go
I wanted to find him, I needed to see
I found a wolf in the woods that day, whimpering for me
As I lay there, dying, my cries fell upon deaf ears
The wind rushes past my lifeless corpse
I had hoped to be his salvation.
A mother to the wilderness, reborn wild and free
But I was his salvation for his mother made me