Hallo, mein name ist wolf.

I am cold alone. I am injured.

Mein pack has abandoned me.

Good rain comes with violent lights and sound.

I am scared. I will die.

The sound of a hoof fall slips in between the violent sound.

What is that there?

One of the dangerous prey approaches. I am too young to hunt it.

It feels odd.

It is resonating. It is kin! How could I have mistaken it for prey?

It is not prey. It can help

I call out to it in the voice of sad pain.

It has found me.

It is not scared, nor angry.

It is warm as I am. It is female. She is nice

Is she sister? I will ask

"Sind Sie meine große Schwester?"

"Ja, wir sind verwandte."

she is sister! I have a pack again. I am safe.

She protects me from cold rain.

Mein new sister leads me away from the woods.

Mein old brothers and sisters said to never to leave the woods, but I trust this new one more.

Mein old pack was shallow rooted. They were confused, angry. She has deep roots.

She is smart, caring.

She is warm, wonderful, and loving. I will be safe. Wait...

the brother and sisters of the pack were never like this. Not even the grove held a wolf devoid of cruelty

or anger. She was not of the grove.

I can see and feel other differences between us. She is not kin.

nonkin?

A nonkin ist protecting me?.... Its resonance is weaker then mein. It is kindred.

The wolf of deep roots told mein pack stories of kindred, nonkin.

They are special, unique, strong. With one as mein sister; I will be safe.

Even if she wasn't so strong, I would not leave. We are kindred, connected.

She is not mein elder in power wisdom or strength. I would be her big bruder,

but I sense something else, something elder, about her.

She is so much older then she looks, ancient.

She leads me to a strange house in the tree. The tree is dead, lacking in spirit.

A true tree would die so far from the woods.

Houses are the providence of the dangerous prey.

Did she kill the dangerous prey? That would make it her blood territory.

It is warm inside. I smell one of the dangerous pain. They are asleep, the kindred share a home with

dangerous prey? The elder rooted might have mentioned that.

Can I stay? I will ask.

"Schwester, kann ich hier schlafen?" She nuzzles me. I feel silly. She smiles at me.

"Ja, Sie können hier schlafen!" She grants me stay here.

I am home for tonight. Sister wraps me in a wing. I can eat tomorrow.

~Mein Dream~

~A Goddess of Creation~

Oh but for a muse of fire that would ascend

The brightest heaven of Imagination

~

& on your driving forces work

Beyond the mortal bound of Inspiration

~

She who would, the mortal mind, defend

Or inflict with, the ravages of Insanity

~

A patron of Free Thought

A Goddess of Creation

~

the sun hits my aching branches like a salve. It is wonderous... The word wonderous is wonderous!

Mein neuer schwester was still here, wrapping me in her wing. She seemed a bit smaller.

I felt a bit bigger. I was not too much bigger though. My resonance...

My resonance had changed. None of the deep root wolves mentioned this. I was more like schwester

now. It was warmer, I felt the floor underneath me. It wasn't a "there is wooden floor under me"

sort of feeling, it was the "there is a warm smooth floor under me, it is a bit rough, probably wood".

The details were important now.

I examined my physical form. My claws were a bit longer, my tail was too. I had leaf ears.

My back was less spiky. Of course it was, schwester would defend me, and a spiky back was a

defensive feature.

Had schwester changed?

I look over at her again. Her horn is gone. She now looks like a winged dangerous prey pup, but she isn't one.

Strange...