But an evil spirit, named the Trickster, wanted the Moon for himself. Trickster, being selfish as he was, went up to Kuekuatsu and told him that the Moon asked for flowers. He suggested to Kuekuatsu to go down to our world, and pick her some wild roses. Everyone knew that she liked them the most of al. Kuekuatsu wanted to suprise her, and went down to earth.
Evening came and the Moon rose from her daytime sleep. She prepared to watch over mankind this night with Kuekuatsu, as always. But Kuekuatsu was not there. The Moon grew restless and decided to go look for her lover. But she could not find him. At last, when all hope was lost, she heard something that was out of place in the quiet night. A groan. A howl of anguish. She looked down to the earth and discovered Kuekuatsu. He was on his knees in the field, his hands covering his face.
When he got donw to earth, he forgot something. Once you leave the spiritworld, there was no turning back. Soon he became gaunt and holowing-cheeked. He had not lost his powers, he had lost his love. And it broke him. He morphed into his wolf form, as it was easier to survive his grief. He was the first wolf. And to this day, each night he and his descendants look up to the sky, see the Moon and howled her name. He can never be with her again. That is why the Moon is so lonely.
There is a moral to this story. It tells, no matter how far you are separated from those you love, you can still be close to them. You can think about them, every night, and call their name. They might not always awnser, but they will always hear you, remember you. And they will always love you.