Beginnings
The Crow was hatched at the dawn of an abnormally warm winter day in the forests of New England. Five hundred and nineteen days later, the Wolf was born on an unusually cold summer morning in the Headlands of Northern California. Their days as chicks and cubs were unconventional, to say the least. Although family was plentiful and loving, something was missing.
Anointed with imaginations beyond the custom of more young crows and wolves, each pined for a companion with whom they could communicate and collaborate. Imaginary friends would not suffice. The Crow and the Wolf, still missing their telepathic counterparts, relocated to a land of row houses, rats, and rotten spirits to exercise their unfulfilled imaginations at The Maryland Institute College of Art.
One day, whilst practicing their Sumi ink strokes, the Crow and the Wolf met and in unison rolled their eyes at the Muskrat seated between them, and his meager attempts to justify his superficial art. They knew they had met for a reason - the depth of which would be revealed through an instinctual journey that would span many moons, terrains, and friendships with other animals.
The Wolf, with a destination, the Crow, with a vision, packed their bags, bid farewell to the rats and rotten spirits, and disappeared into the dusk. The duo set sail for the desert, commencing a nomadic journey that brought them first to the mesas of New Mexico.
Having crossed rivers and scaled mountains, the Crow and the Wolf sought refuge from the thunderous summer storms in a small adobe hut. An indigo lightening bolt struck the shelter where the animals huddled, and again the Crow and the Wolf understood that they had a purpose together - as missionaries of alternative thinking.
Continuing their journey, they set out to plant their first seeds in the city of San Francisco.
