Rhea
I stare at the beautiful white wolf standing in front of me. She’s so beautiful that it hurts just to look at her. I’ve always been scared of wolves, but looking at her just fills me with a peace I can’t explain.
Her fur is pure white, it looks soft and fluffy and her eyes are a deep ocean shade of blue. I don’t know how I can tell that it’s a female, but I am certain of it. She is not too large, not too small either, but I can feel the raw power emanating from her. She continues to stare at me.
The atmosphere is very warm and everywhere is bright. Where am I? Who is this wolf? Where did she come from? Why is she looking at me as if she knows who I am?
Unable to stop my curiosity, I slowly reach out my hand and try to touch the wolf, but then she immediately moves away from my
