Wheeling Gull Isle pi day

heda's eyes widened as caracal told her this dream. no. it was not what she had expected, but neither was it understandable.
she studied him for a long while after he had finished speaking, thinking of this transformation into an entity she had never considered before.
"your writer."
a small smile slowly lit her face. "your maker."
so god had indeed come to caracal and showed to the other wolf a side that she had not known possible: in the form of a vision, a feminine vision.
heda wondered if it had to do with the fact that caracal had found more of himself. or perhaps in a different way.
whatever the reason, she eventually reached to wend her arms around him in an embrace of relief, lying muzzle across his shoulder and breathing a prayer of thanks to god for his existence, for his willingness to come to caracal.