<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Listening to her gentle words drew him into a slumber without realizing it. He felt a weight on his chest as he opened his eyes into a world he was sure he had only glimpsed through the small spaces between trees as he walked through the forest. Large trees stretched up towards the full moon that hung heavy in the sky casting its silver glow down upon him. Staring up at it he felt safe and calm even as the sounds of the forest reached his ears. Growls, snapping of teeth, and howls filled the night air as he breathed in the cool winter air. <br/>
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The sounds of animals getting closer came to him. He stayed where he was though. He had nothing to fear from these beasts that came into the clearing he rested in. He had nothing to fear as one beast stepped up growling down at him. It's large blue eye reminding him so much of his own as they stared at him from a face of grey dashed in white and red. Pearl white fangs glistened as it bared its fangs at him. It challenged him, threatened him even, but not once did he rise against it. His hands reached up and sank into the soft fur about its neck. He petted that beast till it ceased its threatening display and nuzzled its large snout against his cheek. This wolf was his own. It had been looking for him. Always following in his steps as he searched the forest for the missing part of his soul never once looking behind him to see if stalking him like unwary prey. <br/>
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His fever was high but he slept and hunted with his wolf till he barely knew the difference between himself and the beast. He was unaware he was merely having a dream. They the cool water that trickled past his lips was the water his lover have him. He wasn't even all that aware when he would work for a short breath for the bathroom or eat something. <br/>
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Four or five days later his fever finally broke. He woke to the scent of meat being slightly cooked which caused his stomach to grow demanding he get up from his comfortable nest of blankets. He scratched at his partly grown I beard wondering how he ever let it get out of hand. He tracked the scent into the kitchen where it mixed with the scent of some he knew. Quietly he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, "Morning, Amaris, whatever your cooking I'll have some."<br/>
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He felt different but couldn't place it. Almost like he felt better than he ever felt before. The sound of something outside drew his attention causing him to let go of his partner in crime and take a peek. It was late evening the sun setting in the western sky. What had made the noise was a pair of doves coming into the cedar tree near the window to roost. He could smell the cedar as well as the doves.</span>