Tall Tales [Pack Storytime]

He was well again, for now. He was frustrated at the pesky cold that always wanted to snatch him just when things were getting good in life. Despite the illnesses, though, he was growing well, filling out his puppy frame, and today, he heard an unfamiliar call. Her voice called to the pack, inviting and warm, and he turned, delighted that he was old enough to answer a pack-wide invite.

When he arrived, it was to find his mother already present, but when his eyes turned to the other female, they widened in no small amount of shock. What was wrong with her fur—why were her fangs so long? But she was beautiful, and as he slipped up to sit at his mother’s side, he asked softly, “Is she a spirit?”

Surely, with the ephemeral shimmers of colors he kept catching as he looked back at the wolf who smiled at him with a gentle amusement – and he realized then, with a burning face under his fur, that she’d heard him clearly – she must not be of the living realm. Mother sure seemed calm, though…

Really though, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the fascinating shift of color in that white coat. How did that work?