Wicked Wolves Without Teeth

The ground was trembling as she ran, the wolves were closing in.

“I cannot outrun them!” she thought in frustration.

She was starting to lose all hope as every chance of survival looked bleak when suddenly she spots a yellow light in pitch black of the night.

She stops dead in her tracks to take it all in. She breathes in the fresh air that smells like pine realizing that even though these wolves are a part of the pack and she is just a lone wolf who is badly outnumbered, but she’d rather die then be remembered as someone who chose to flee, she is still courageous enough to not become intimidated by these beasts.

Bathed in that golden light, she gathers up the courage and contemplate ways to use those shudders to her advantage and starts to face them off.

// where I lucid dreamed