(34) The Wolf Maat
IONA
True to their word, the boys stayed camped outside. I can see their fire from my bedroom window and even hear their voices, but they were far enough that I don’t see them or be able to decipher what they said.
Who are you? I ask the voice inside my head.
I’m your wolf. Nice to meet you her voice sounds motherly and calm. It reminds me a lot of my mom
What’s your name?
I have had a lot of names given to me by past humans. You can always give me a name if you want. She whispers in my mind and I can see her if I stare at one thing long enough. My mind is able to conjure her being in front of me while this humongous wolf has her nose pressed on the footboard.
She’s a beautiful painted brown wolf. There were splotches and patches of white and brown mixing together
