A Wolf In A Stoat's Body

Since the veil between living and dead had dropped, Meadow has been hanging around the castle where her daughter lives. She had found that her gray daughter is pregnant and near her due date. Pride and joy filled her dead breast but she still did not try to contact her or interact with Fern in any way. The ghost still remembers the hate and spite that had filled her daughter the last time she roamed the living world and she does not want to stress her. Not now. Not ever again. Still, part of her longs to touch her daughter’s face, to hear the heartbeats of the pups that are growing in her belly, and to tell her how proud she is of her.

That is why, on this chilly magical autumn night, with the moon high in the sky, Meadow pads over to her daughter’s slumbering companion. The love that the stoat has for Fern is apparent in everything the small creature does and that is why she reaches out to lightly brush against Puff’s mind. At first there is confusion but, as she communicates with the stoat, explaining the situation and asking her permission to use her small body, the sweet Puff readily agrees.

Making sure that the stoat knows how thankful she is, the dead woman then closes her eyes, touching the mind of the creature and easily slipping into her willing body. Small eyes blink open and Meadow stretches her little stoat arms, flexing the paws as she gets a feel for Puff’s body. Carefully, she stands, making sure not to make a sound as she pads over to the large bed that the slumbering couple share. It takes some acrobatics but the small Meadow manages to make it up onto the fur covered bed without disturbing the sleeping wolves.

Eyes roam over the form of her slumbering daughter, watching the rise and fall of her side and the roundness of her belly. A smile appears on her stoat lips as she carefully threads her small body between the entwined couple until she can press an ear against her daughter’s belly. Paws gently come to rest near her head and she listens to the multiple heartbeats that reside within. Tears prick the corners of her eyes as the dead wolf in a stoat’s body, lifts her head to look up at Fern’s sleeping face.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, her small body winds its way between the gray male and her daughter until the stoat is sitting near Fern’s gray face. With gently, loving touches, Meadow uses Puff’s paws to stroke her daughter’s cheek, feeling her fur and missing every moment that she should have been there with her, even more keenly.


"Meadow Lark"