I was running again. The dark night wrapped around me, invigorating me, filling me with peace. The moon’s light would penetrate the forest canopy in flashes. I could smell the pine needles crunching under my paws, smell the field mice and my prey. I followed my nose, as I ran through the forest. Breathing deeply, I pushed myself to run faster. The elk was near, I veered right and the breeze changed direction. And I smelled something else, someone I didn’t know. I crashed through the forest as fast as my legs would go. There was a clearing ahead I slowed as I came nearer and sniffed the air. I smelled wolves and a lot of them.
I started backing up when I heard the growling behind me. I turned quickly to see a large growling grey wolf behind me. A small whine escaped my throat. The large beast snarled as he lunged.
“NO” I shouted , I was sitting straight up in my bed, sweat trickling down my back. Another dream.. I sat there trying to calm my racing heart. Always the wolf dreams.
I glanced at the clock, 3am is too early. I got up and walked to the studio area of my suite. I ran my hands over my brushes, as I recalled my dream. I allowed my hands to take over getting lost in the imagery emerging on the canvas.
“Amelia!” my mother's voice said shrilly, I jumped.
“Another beast? And why are you not dressed yet?” disapproval was heavy in her voice.
“it’s a wolf mom”, I told her with exasperation, “also I lost track of time, what time is it?”
“Its six AM, Amelia. You need to get ready” she turned and walked towards the door. “make sure you show that one to Gary, ok?” she casually threw over her shoulder as she left.
I stared at the painting on my easel. The wolf was a large gray wolf with white streaks down its snout, and something strangely familiar in the green eyes. I got goose bumps along my arms I sighed and decided to let it go. I really need to get ready for the trip.
I walked to the window and looked out at the desert landscape, I hate Nevada.
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