A Howl To The Moon

Chapter 12: Quality Father-Son Time

"Well do you remember anything?" the white wolf asks and I just gape at him.

"Well if you would tell me what I need to remember than I would!" I yell at him.

"Calm down son. I'm only here to help guide you," He says and I groan and then whip my head when he said 'son'.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!! SON!? And you decide to drop this bomb after what? 18 dream visits on this mountain?" I say and I shake my head, trying to process this information.

"Yes now please calm down. I will explain...what I can. Your mother and I have always watched over you," he instructs and I reluctantly walk up to him and sit on my haunches.

"Alright, I'm calm. Now please explain...this," I say and he nods.

"I am a spirit. Simply tethered to this world. I'm here to guide you and let you remember that year that we, your mother and I, took care of you before our unfortunate...passing," he explains and I get even more confused.

Spirit? Guide? And still something to remember? At least I know what I have to remember, I think to myself and I look at my father again. He was a simple arctic wolf with shining blue eyes that had a gentleness to them that I thought was warm and familiar to me.

"A-are you really my father? The one who gave me my wolfblood?" I ask slowly and look up at him.

"Yes. I know it must have cau-" he started but I cut him off with a tackle and I hear him laugh.

"I don't care about that. You did what you could for me and I'm grateful. But still...what was my mother like?" I say while giving him a affectionate nuzzle.

"Her name was Haru. She was certainly a dog you can be proud of and she was an independent and strong dog. But she was incredibly stubborn and I can tell that you received not just her beautiful pelt from your attitude," he jokes and licks my forehead before sitting up.

"She seemed like a nice dog. I wish I could have maybe remembered more than just the slimmer of her I do remember," I say sadly and lean on my father.

"She lives on within you. And as you continue this path of yours you will remember and learn about that one year that has left your memory," he says to comfort me and I do admit his words are soothing to hear.

"I believe it's time for you to wake up now son. You have much to do and you've already been out for a day. I will have healed your injuries and all you should be left with is a few bruises," he says and begins to walk away and fade in the distance.

"Wait!" I yell and he stops for a moment, "Do I at least have something from you?"

"You have my eyes in your right. Your mother's on your left. Now you must go. Your friends are waiting," he replies with a snicker before disappearing like mist and my dream ends in the same black lonely abyss.

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