So my new brother and I talk every night for at least a little bit. Sometimes, especially during the weekend, it's while he's getting ready to go out with his Luna, Mahina. No matter how busy he is, he ALWAYS answers and chats for a little bit.
Until tonight!
I called and called, but didn't get an answer. I thought maybe his phone had died while he was at work, if he had to work late, so I called right up to bed time. My mom insisted I go to bed. She suggested I leave him a text, that she was sure my brother Little Wolf would call me in the morning. I disagreed with her vehemently... and her rebuttal was charging my phone in the kitchen😓 Sometimes it's really hard to win an argument with your mom when you argue😂
Sleep snuck up on me, and it didn't come alone.
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Grey mist swirled, dancing along the evening sky, playing within the reds and oranges, the pinks and grays of the colored clouds. Flowing shadows crept along the ground, finding more footing as the sun's final rays sought to send the tiniest glimmer to shine down into the cracks of the earth, reflecting down against the rocks exposed within the crevasses, shining deep below the surface of the ground.
That smallest ray of sunshine, barely recognizable, reflected back up from the eye of a wolf. The swirling mist, drawn to its own, followed that flash of color down, finding a new dance partner in the howled out song echoing up through the cooling air from far below.
The mist cradled the song, carrying it far and wide as the mist traveled the world as was its want. The notes of that song were dropped into ears that were willing to hear what the mist desired to be made known.
Focus, focus!
The mist was following the thin trickle of water; water that was pushing the mud out of its way. Gravity forced the dirty water down until it pooled into the indentation recently formed by retreating paws. Mist flowed, suddenly speeding across the uneven rocks, keeping pace with the wolf in front of it.
A tendril of grey flowed to the side, slithering like the snake it was moving toward. The main body of the mist leapt with the wolf, coalescing around it. As wolf and snake became one, the mist reconnecting with its errant tendril, as all life connects in its way.
The wolf, one with the grey mist that swirled around the world, continued forward, strengthened by the life added to its own.
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Sister Wolf
Hombres LoboCancer was her enemy. Thirteen year old Tammy read all the fantasy stories. Her dream, with all her heart, was to be bitten by a werewolf. She would then heal automatically and be cured of her of cancer. The werewolf who would bite her would be her...
