Catching dreams

He nodded his head, and passed over the feathers and wire to her. “Attach each feather to a piece of wire, there's a small hole in the shaft of each feather to feed it through” he explained. His own hands began to form the larger inner part of the dreamcatcher. The weaving that the feathers would hang from. With the leather, he crafted a small moon shape in the centre. It had been a long time since he had made a dreamcatcher, but he found his paws falling to the task with familiar ease. The task reminded him of home.

Seeing how the other wolf could scarcely speak, Mercury occasionally filled the silence with words of his own to entertain them both. “I came from a land far across the sea. It’s not there anymore, but if you like the dreamcatcher you would have liked my home. We had a tree filled with wind chimes, and many wolves had dream catchers above their beds.”


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