07-15-2014, 03:39 PM
The game got easier and Dawn Wind kept turning the difficulty up, always forcing Calvin to work a little harder each time. Calvin had to admit that he was enjoying the game, and sometimes lost focus on his quarry, causing Calvin to have to stop for awhile in order to find the wolf's trail again. A quick reprimand from Dawn Wind would always help Calvin refocus.
The trees moved by quickly and Calvin was reminded of running through the woods near the farm as he grew up. Moving in the dream was different. It seemed to be more like teleportation than running, but the only sensation that Calvin missed was the wind brushing by his face.
Calvin’s focused was interrupted by a sending from Dawn Wind and Calvin stopped. Others were approaching. There was no danger indicated in the sending, so Calvin knew he would be safe. Dawn Wind would inform him of any danger. He had to regain his focus anyways. Dawn Wind sent another image, informing Calvin to stay where he was.
"Calvin,"
a woman’s voice from behind him said, making Calvin reminisce of his dream of Mary and Benji the other night.
Calvin turned to see a woman approaching, and a smile came to his face. It was Sierra. After a moment of feeling like an idiot for not being able to guess her identity - she was the only woman he knew that could enter the dream - he waved a hand in greeting and approached her being careful to remain within Dawn Wind’s limits. Thinking back to his hunt with Sierra and her wolf companion, his clothing changed momentarily to the same he wore when he had met them - before Calvin thought once more about the more utilitarian Native American garb. He still found her quite attractive and was glad to notice the pain in his chest didn’t intensify at the feeling. He was healing indeed.
"Hello, Sierra. I hope all is well,"
Calvin said as two wolves appeared in the clearing. One had the dark gray-brown pattern of Dawn Wind and the other was white as Snow. "Sierra, Drifting Snow, this is Dawn Wind."
Dawn Wind retained the calm he usually had, but there was a difference to it – a sense of excitement. Dawn Wind was glad to see another wolf, even though he had his own pack. He laughed inside at the idea of the little pack that was beginning to form around him in Russia.
Edited by Calvin, Jul 15 2014, 03:41 PM.
The trees moved by quickly and Calvin was reminded of running through the woods near the farm as he grew up. Moving in the dream was different. It seemed to be more like teleportation than running, but the only sensation that Calvin missed was the wind brushing by his face.
Calvin’s focused was interrupted by a sending from Dawn Wind and Calvin stopped. Others were approaching. There was no danger indicated in the sending, so Calvin knew he would be safe. Dawn Wind would inform him of any danger. He had to regain his focus anyways. Dawn Wind sent another image, informing Calvin to stay where he was.
"Calvin,"
a woman’s voice from behind him said, making Calvin reminisce of his dream of Mary and Benji the other night.
Calvin turned to see a woman approaching, and a smile came to his face. It was Sierra. After a moment of feeling like an idiot for not being able to guess her identity - she was the only woman he knew that could enter the dream - he waved a hand in greeting and approached her being careful to remain within Dawn Wind’s limits. Thinking back to his hunt with Sierra and her wolf companion, his clothing changed momentarily to the same he wore when he had met them - before Calvin thought once more about the more utilitarian Native American garb. He still found her quite attractive and was glad to notice the pain in his chest didn’t intensify at the feeling. He was healing indeed.
"Hello, Sierra. I hope all is well,"
Calvin said as two wolves appeared in the clearing. One had the dark gray-brown pattern of Dawn Wind and the other was white as Snow. "Sierra, Drifting Snow, this is Dawn Wind."
Dawn Wind retained the calm he usually had, but there was a difference to it – a sense of excitement. Dawn Wind was glad to see another wolf, even though he had his own pack. He laughed inside at the idea of the little pack that was beginning to form around him in Russia.
Edited by Calvin, Jul 15 2014, 03:41 PM.