Getting a closer look at the large object in the middle of the woods, Mellorine sees that it's a giant red wolf.  "I really need to get home and go to sleep, because I'm starting to see the weirdest things" says the cat, rubbing his tired eyes.  But, no matter how many times he does it, the wolf is still there.<br/><br/>Now, Mellorine gets even closer so that he's staring right at its face.  It was sleeping, but surprisingly with its mouth open wide.  Even from where he was, he could get a great view of every tooth, palate ridge, the tongue, and even the back of the throat as a light, warm breeze came from it.   This must've been the last thing that his ancenstors saw.<br/><br/>Getting away from the wolf's face, Mellorine goes to his tail, and scales his body.  Making it through the thick grass of fur, he finally gets to the top of his head.  The cat slides down the head, and makes it to the muzzle.  Feeling a bit of vertigo, he walks to the tip where he lies down.