I had a dream that I was bathing a fox covered in mud in an old antique tub.
The kind with eagle claws for feet.
When I was done I opened a window and set him down in the branches of a tree
and he took off through them, jumping from branch to branch and never looking back.
I was running with purpose down a beach.
Three others were with me.
We almost ran right into the trap they had set for us
but I saw their trick and turned us around
before the other wolves noticed us.
At least I hoped.
I walked into the Pearl Girls shop with all her homespun dresses and jewels from the ocean
The shop down the stairwell was stealing her ideas
but she couldn't leave to investigate.
She can never leave because he never comes to watch her most precious of things.
If only I knew how to make her happy.

I climb into a pink carriage pulled by a white horse.
I'm following a man all in black, in a black carriage, pulled by a black horse.
His top hat shadows his face. All I can see is his grimace.
He's hunting the wolves. My wolves.
I'll cut his throat open and let him bleed all over my white dress before I let him do that.
I must follow carefully and keep up the appearance of innocence
lure him in with my naivety. Make myself seem like easy prey,
to get close enough to sink my fangs into his throat.
I'll die before I let him hurt my brothers.