Sequoia Coast [m] and on the floor i'd be lying cold, lifeless

along the white beach the dreamer walked. he was weary from another day with the growing children. his arms ached from holding them, moving them. his shoulder was numb where wilwarin had fallen asleep against him again.

wolf dreamer regretted nothing, and savored these sensations as part of his life's experience. he had no cubs of his own and had not expected to be around them. what a funny thing time could be.

he walked upon the snow and the sand, paws softly sounding. and when he came over a small rise, first a fragrance took him, then the eyes of the woman who sat there attentively.

beneath only the moon, she glowed in silken shades. her perfume awakened the masculine interest in him, but wolf dreamer did not react to it, staring instead at the golden threads which sprang up and out from the woman, pulsating. scintillating, as her body did for a man. 

all one dream!

"it is very secluded here," he said quietly, kindly. "there will be no men." he did not even notice he had excluded himself.