Wolf Woman

There once was a woman.  She was very sad and disappointed with her life.  She thought the heavens failed her and the waters failed her and the birds of the air failed her and the Earth Mother failed her.  So one day quite fed up with her life she packed a satchel of apples and her pen and paper and went into the forest.  Now the forests as you know are not welcoming of strangers yet she had nothing to loose but her days filled with feeling sorry for herself.  She walked and she walked and before her was a wolf.  She looked at her sleeping in the open clearing; the sun bouncing off of her silver fur.  The wolf opened one eye and asked "What have you come for?"  She couldn't think as a thousand ideas ran through her head and all that came out was "Inspiration".  The wolf yawned a great yawn and got up slowly.  She was quite large and her shadow stretched out from her like spilled ink across the forest floor.  The girl held her satchel to her not sure at what was to happen.  The wolf stretched her body letting every muscle feel the benefit.  "Follow" she remarked and darted into the woods.  The girl ran fast behind the wolf.  A branch tore the satchel from her arms yet she did not stop.  She ran and ran to follow the wolf who was but a silver light in the distance in front of her.  Before she knew it, night had set in yet she did not stop.  The wolf, that silver light, in the distance was her only hope for survival.  Now know this, if she would have stopped, her life would have been lost forever.  Because in those dark woods there are unspeakable things that swallow human beings whole if they stop in their pursuit.  But this girl knew better and as she ran she started to feel her limbs.  She felt her legs moving quickly along the wet floor of the woods; her arms swiftly shifting besides her.  She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of life amongst the darkness.  All she could do now was sense the trees coming towards her and sense where to go, where to shift, and where to step as she passed tree after tree.  Now the glimmer of the light of the wolf faded into darkness and returned moment after moment.  And in her running for a split instance she felt herself; one with the wolf, one with the instinct in her body, one with the forest trees one with the ground beneath her feet.  Her breath became regular and deep.  Her feet now shaped perfectly to propel her forward, her nose tingled with every scent she could discern.  She pushed up from the earth and her form leapt up into the darkness, her paws landing in a clearing.  The light of the crescent moon shone from above and her body sunk into the grasses.  Laying there her chest rising up and down she knew what she had to do.  Her eyes closed as the light of the stars caught her gaze.  Her body rested and the next thing she heard was a rustling far away in the distance.  She could smell the morning dew and the scent of insecurity of a female human approaching.  She felt her looking at her and she only had to open one eye to know "What have you come for?" was all she said.