Netahs are people who can turn into animals, and yes, this is fiction, not real, in no way is this real. This is an imagination exercise. And yes, I'm shameless when it comes to promoting my new book, The Netahs, Down in the Valley, book 2! So, if Taylor Swift were a Netah, what animal would she be? I'd like to think she'd be some kind of feline, because she's graceful, gorgeous, and emotional, but her own person, in charge, a total boss lady. On the other hand, maybe the emotion that lights up her music comes from her canine side. No, she's not the puppy-eyed kind of girl, she's an "I'm in charge, deal with it" kind. No, I do not think I could write a story about a Netah snake, as suggested by the photo, on the other hand, what about all those pythons in Florida? Are they actually Netahs? Hmm, I sense another piece of bonus content in your future! But I digress... Since Netahs turn into wild animals, I imagine Taylor as an American panther. Now here's a scenario for you: Netah Taylor Swift meets the "Open Throat" panther (a wonderful book by Henry Hoke, about a panther in the Hollywood foothills). Would they get along? Is it a lady and the tramp story? She's worldly and successful, he's floundering and still finding his way. I'd like to think she would invite him in for a drink and some dinner, let him rest in a spare bedroom, talk with him about life, the universe, and everything. When Travis comes to the house, the visiting panther might act protectively. Would that lead to a new friendship or a rivalry? The next question is, is Travis a Netah, but that's a different exercise and too many questions!
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How about a little bonus content, as promised. I was inspired by the recent wolf releases in Colorado and a video of a beautiful black wolf tearing out of his cage and into the woods, away from his captors, with nary a glance. The story of two wolves has evangelical, good versus evil connotations, as well as a purportedly Cherokee legend that has been referred to repeatedly in many recent films, according to wikipedia. What if they were merely differently colored animals of the same species, much like differently colored skins on the human species? Food for thought, discuss amongst yourselves (or in the comment section).
When a wolf meets a wolf in the woods... Like all territorial wolves, they size each other up. One is a little smaller than the other, gray, female, sad and lonely. The other is a beefy, black, male, and, oddly enough, also lonely. They keep their distance, and one drops its long snout to the ground as if to sniff for territorial scents. She seems to hum into the dried grasses she uncovers from the snow. His pointy ears perk up and his eyes focus intensely on hers. He also drops his snout and hums into the dried stems at his feet. She bounces nearly three feet straight up in the air with a little yelp. A big grin spreads across her face. As she relaxes to the ground, she says, "Awesome. I thought you might be a Netah! I couldn't find your scent anywhere." She licks a ball of snow from between the pads of her toes. "I'm new around here. My name is Lyla. " He tilts his head to the side as if to hear her better. "Lyla? Pretty name," he says. "I'm Joe. Funny the no scent thing gave me away." "Well sure, but only Netahs know that's a thing with us. Also, I have yet to meet a wild wolf who knew how to use the undernet like that." He snuffles and blows out a cloud of breath. "Fair point. What brings you to snowy Colorado?" He also settles to the ground, happy to rest after a long day of hunting with no luck. "Well, I used to live in Oregon, but the humans caught me and brought me here with a couple of my brothers and cousins." "I heard the humans were doing that. I also assume you let them catch you?" "Obviously!" "Oregon is gray. You wanted to spend some time in the sun?" "Can you blame me?" Lyla's stomach grumbles loudly. She looks at Joe with a blue eye, giving him her most alluring look. "You got anything to eat around here?" With a soft chuckle he answers, "Sure, follow me." He gets up slowly, his tired muscled complaining. They lope over the hill and around some boulders and through aspens, whose branches sway overhead. He stops near a stand of ancient pines decorated with inches of snow. He ducks down into the dry well of the tree and disappears. Lyla hesitates, but since she is hungry and lonely and he seems kind and is ruggedly handsome, she follows. Hidden in the well is a low doorway from which warmth whooshes out as he opens his door. Inside a soft light reveals a couple of low sofas in front of a pellet stove. Joe shifts into his human form and runs a hand over his nappy hair. He watches Lyla enter, shake off the snow, and then shift into a lithe young woman with silvery blond hair and soft blue eyes. He nods and turns into his kitchen, standing in front of his fridge, assessing. "Well, I have some left-over soup, some chicken wings, and a couple of trout we could slap on a sandwich. What sounds good?" Lyla wants to say 'one of each', but knows that would be impolite, so she asks for the soup and soon they settle down on stools at his kitchen counter to share their dinner. And that is how a Netah gray wolf from Oregon met a Netah black wolf in Colorado and they were no longer lonely. Caption: Just had an epic run, then a full yard sale including a faceplant. Did you see where my skis landed? If a Netah were a skier, they would simply live in the surrounding national forest. Why live like a human, sleeping in a bed, when you can just be yourself, no luggage required, no rent required? You know all that back country that only avalanche trained skiers and boarders can access? That’s the Netahs’ backyard! Here’s how it could work. Okay, I’m the author here, I get to decide that whatever a human is wearing when they shift into an animal, they have it with them when they shift back into a human. So they strap their equipment onto a backpack, shift, and then walk up on their four legs. At the top they shift, step into their skis and enjoy the powder! BTW, a yard sale, in skier jargon, means you fell and lost your skis and poles, which are then strewn down the hill. It usually includes bragging rights about how awesome it was, and yeah, skiers are like that, and we won't even begin talking about boarders, no offense!
This YouTube video shows the power and grace of the wolves recently released in Colorado on December 18 and 19, 2023. The release was only approved by a 51-49% margin by voters in 2020. Wolves are protected by the endangered species act as of 2020. The recent release of wolves join a pack that established itself in Colorado by naturally migrating from Wyoming in 2021. This pack was collared, but their batteries have since died, as expected. Since their release, the wolves have been sighted and confirmed on a ranch near Yampa, in January 2024. The Parks and Wildlife folks soon arrived to "provide them with non-lethal hazing resources," which included rubber shells, rubber bullets and bean bags. All the wolves have GPS collars. More wolf transplants have been promised by the Confederated Tribes of the Colville Reservation, to be captured and moved between 2024 and 2025. That's a brief summary of recent developments on wolves in Colorado. They are here, they are thriving, they are not entirely popular. Why do my sympathies fall on the side of the wolves? I spend a fair amount of my time hiking Colorado trails. Perhaps the exercise of putting myself in the heads of my Netah characters, who can shift from humans to animals, has given me a different perspective. Perhaps the history of settlers trying to wipe out this majestic species also sours me to human's demands for protection against the predators. It appears that the main source of objections come from ranchers, and while I'm not a rancher, I understand protecting what is yours. I hike the forests with my kids and grandkids and dogs. Do I feel safe? Yes, I do. The thing is, unless humans or their dogs attack or menace wolves, they have no interest in attacking us. There is plenty for them to eat. When I first moved to Colorado 30 some years ago, I learned to keep my smallest child close to protect her from mountain lions. We stayed on trails. Small dogs can become prey to coyotes here. That is the reality of life in Colorado. I don't want fear to chase me out of the wilderness, nor do I want fear to chase these important apex predators from our landscape. And yes, I am a died-in-the-wool tree hugger too! But that's just me. Stay tuned for a fictional account of what could happen when a Netah wolf meets another wolf! |