Snoozing could be heard just on the edge of a poppy field. For months this wolf had been in a deep sleep, his body unmoving and unchanging. His mind held hostage by the poppies surrounding him and the dreams assaulting him. His body twitching and small yewls were heard all around him from them.

A beautiful she-wolf adorned with harlequin markings of onyx and ivory. Much like her son who was small and playing around her. ”Momma, can I go play with the other wolves?” he asked softly and the Harlequin female snarls at him before using her head to toss him onto his back. A yelp escapes the small male as his mother bit down on his little leg. She always bit down on him and his private parts. She hated how he was the only one that made it from his litter, she desperately wanted a daughter. ”Don’t talk to me, you hateful bitch! You shouldn’t have lived! You should have been a girl!” She screamed at him and bit his private parts instead of his leg. He screamed out and she bit down harder. He kicked his little legs out at her and she finally let go.

The wolf felt like he was starting to wake, but the dream wasn’t done with him. His mother let go of him and she screamed out words that made no sense to the small pup. He watched in horror as his mother began to claw at her face, blood seeping from her eyes as she clawed and clawed. He couldn’t move as he watched until the screams not only erupted from her but him as well. He felt like his mind was being ripped and then he was no longer at the front of his mind, but the back. It felt like he wasn’t allowed to control his own body. He heard a feminine giggle erupt from his lips as his body moved closer to his mother. ”No you’re the hateful bitch!” The words sounded like a female that left his lips before his body launched at his mother's throat and began to snap down on it with his tiny jaws. Blood began to pool in his mouth and the smaller wolf gulped. A shiver ran through him as he relished in the taste. His mother didn’t even move as he/she started to rip out her throat and fest on her flesh and on her blood.

The wolf shot up from his sleeping position in the poppies and bolted from the scene. His paws carrying him away from the spot he was once resting in. He felt the need to run, to get away, but eventually, he stopped, noticing he was in a tall grassy-wasteland. He stopped and looked around to make sure no one else was around. He let out a soft whimper before tears started to roll down his face. ”I’m sorry momma for what I did.” He whimpered out before another voice escaped from him.

”Don’t apologize, that wolf was a monster, she harmed us, she deserved to die by our jaws.” This voice was feminine and dripped with venom. He whined again and fought to keep her back as tears rippled off of him and onto the ground below.