The wolf is calling…

Last night I went for a walk at about 11pm. Walking in the dark I noticed a wild, four legged friend playing with me. It ran circles around me a few times, sat, looked, sat up, ran a circle closer to me. I joined in playing. I sat, looked, sat up, spoke to it, walked a little more. We got closer and closer. The mutual play was real, it surprised us both. For a moment it was beautiful.

Until the image of the wolf entered my head.

The wolf is a symbol of instinct, intuition and wildness, but also a danger that lurks in the dark. It was dark — 11pm — and the thought of…