Sequoia Coast [m] pineapple

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the dreaming went on.

Wolf sneered. 

what have you done with my gift? have you taught of me? have you passed it on?

you have not even taught her The Dream!

and the dreamer, caught, while bone teeth clacked inches from his face, hung with putrid shreds of Wolf's own flesh.

he had met a coyote the days before. unlike many of his kind, wolf dreamer did not hate them or dislike them. he was fascinated by their smaller cousins, and wondered even now if the spirit beast might come back during this hour.

something was happening.

for the first time, wolf dreamer tried to leave his vision, tried to look. it was with great effort that he slowly turned to look at dancing fox with unfocused eyes.

a blink, a breath. she struggled, pain chasing her expression.

worry galloped through his clearing eyes, turning them to chips of obsidian. he opened his arms to her.

instinctively wolf dreamer knew. he comprehended.

but there were no soft pelts here, nor women to help the mother.

he opened his arms to her and when she came close, wrapped them around the straining belly, letting dancing fox lean against him. 

"new souls take pain to be born," the dreamer whispered to her. "it is part of the illusion. when you walk beyond it, you touch the world from which we all came."

breathe in. breathe out.