Lone Star Mountain today, you were far away

Seal waited.

Then, it moved.

Tha-rum. Tha-rum. Tha-rum.

The sound of its mighty steps meant the spirit-beast drew near.

Adrenaline flowed as Seal’s heartbeat ran wild. She understood its power. Did her questions evoke its ire?

Its large shadow eclipsed her. Seal’s eyes squeezed shut, face pressed into the cold snow. Breath held.

Its whiskers brushed against wolfsfur, and then its gentle touch tickeled the bulb of her ear. It felt motherly. Affectionate. Doting. Kind.

And Seal felt peace. Comfort. Enlightenment.

The waves in the sea of her mind calmed.

She dared not looked up and stayed in the moment.