holding on to what we used to be
a d d i c t e d • t o • a • m e m o r y
The two titans whirl to face me with defensively predatory energy before quickly realizing I’m not an immediate threat. At least, I hope that’s what they mean and aren’t trying to lull me into a false sense of security. The massive brindled male oddly lies down while the other silently strides across the rocks with unnatural agility and stealth to inspect me, tail hesitantly waving. She is like a specter, practically floating above the rocks with great speed until, before I know it, she is in front of me. She reaches her nose out to me, testing my scent; I am paralyzed but manage to sniff back regardless, silver eyes darting between the female in front of me, the male lying down, and the intruding appendage.
In a flash she is a completely different animal. No longer the image of a fearsome predator that I stumbled upon, but putting on a deliberate attempt at play, a contract, an invitation that says: join me or fight me, but do not waste my time. It is certainly a bizarre sight, the massive woman whose size and marking scream “don’t mess with me” dancing and playing like an overgrown pup. I glance to the muscle-bound male laying back, his brilliant crimson eyes watching intently.
My attention is snapped back to the female as she bites the air between us as if to say “Hey! Remember me? Eyes over here.” I snap myself back and waste no time returning the gesture of good will, joining in with my own playing and dancing. The male pointedly does not join in, choosing instead to keep watch from a distance like an overseer; it does nothing to quell my nerves.
After some time of this unexpected play I pause to catch my breath, having (quite obviously) less stamina than my current dance partner. ”You dance well.” I begin, huffing from a combination of physical exhaustion and diminishing adrenaline. ”I am called. Dream Weaver. Avatar of the Moon, and interpreter of her Dreams.” I bow my head for the wolf before looking once again to the behemoth stan-laying guard in the distance. ”It’s nice to meet you, I’m glad you two weren’t some wild animal!" It’s sadly true, should anything have taken my stroll through here as opportunity to attack I would have been quite helpless and I feel safer with the other wolves around.