Waking dreams

I dream of the wild hunt. Wolf-warriors riding the winds through your field and down to the river. An odd set of companions for scholars and archangels. The chase across the field; a stumble: She is down. But before they set into her comes Odin, offering a benevolent hand; shelter from the rain. Until the thunder is heard and the light in the shed shifts. Then it is time to chose: Predator, or prey.


Sometime it will be in my woods.


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