In my dream I was a wolf but it wasn't my wolf. I could see my dark paws as I weaved through the woods. I looked around and saw that I was not alone. Other wolves were traveling with me. Rough looking wolves. It took me a moment before I realized these wolves were a group of rogues. The group made its way through the heavily wooded area. Then we hit an incline and started to head up a steep hill or mountain. I wasn't sure which. I kept trying to figure out why I was dreaming this. Were these the wolves who had attacked my Father's pack? Was I somehow seeing what happened through their eyes?
The wolves continued their journey until we reached the top of the incline. There they seemed to group, waiting for the others to catch up. The wolf I was seeing though walked to the edge of a cliff
