Sequoia Coast [m] pineapple

wolf dreamer watched this day sink its teeth into the slight body of dancing fox. he did not move as she pressed her face against him, or pulled her teeth through his fur, or bid him move aside.

heavy snow gathered again and blew across the mouth of the shelter even as the sun died and the moon burned.

his dark eyes were on her now. the pains seemed rhythmic. he was trying to see if she was still part of its pattern, and saw that she was. 

naturally he understood that children must emerge. his instinct held the lore of how wolves were born. but he had never witnessed the moment, and floating as he was, wolf dreamer had little physical connection to it. he felt only a vague sense of fear for her along with a great, bright anticipation.

his arms went around dancing fox when she allowed it again. it was all he knew to do. 

"the pain is an illusion. walk beyond it by embracing it," wolf dreamer whispered, unsure if he himself even understood what he was saying.