There was an attractive man on a bike riding towards me. He was thin but athletic, slightly taller than me but not at 6ft, dark blonde hair that was messy and long in the front, a "pretty boy" type look to his face, and striking blue eyes. He came up to me and started talking about "The Situation of Things and People". I'm not quite sure what he was referring to, and I guess my confusion showed because he stopped mid-conversation, looked at me and said that he had something to show me. This whole time, I was not comfortable. It wasn't that he felt bad, malicious, aggressive, or any negative adjective other than...just uncomfortable.
He smiled a lot, and seemed very carefree. When I hesitated, he asked if there was anyone I wanted to take with me. He didn't seem as if he was agitated at having to suggest it, or annoyed that I jumped at the chance. It didn't bother him when I had wanted to bring my partner, Branden, along. He just seemed happy...the whole time. He even called Branden on his cell phone and said for him to meet us. Though I have no idea how he had Branden's number, he showed up within just a few minutes of the call but slightly dazed as if he had just woken up.
We were led down to his house that was down in a valley. There was a beautiful garden, and butterflies fluttering all around the flowers. He had a greenhouse in the back where we entered that was full of exotic plants as well as simple vegetables. It truly was a beautiful place.
Inside was just as well kept, but I hardly got a chance to look before my feet were swarmed with little white puffballs that were making a happy sounding mewling whine. "Aww," I heard from behind me, "See? They already like you." When I turned to look at the owner of the house what stood in his place was a white wolf with amber eyes.
The wolf smiled up at me (as much as a wolf smiles), and before I could process any of it, more wolves of different stages of youth came bounding out of the other rooms. Most of them were still pups, but there were a few young adults it seemed. They played with each other, cuddled with me and tried to play, sniffed me and yapped. He told me that they were all lost, and that it was time for them to have direction in their lives. I asked where their mother was, "Oh, they have parents," he sounded amused, "but that has little to do with why they are lost." I turned back to him and he was a man, yet again. He told me that it was about time for me to step up and start doing what needs done. He spoke of responsibility and teaching and learning.
"Oh," I told him, "but I am a Coyote. I could never work with Wolf Medicine. I have friends that work with Wolf Medicine, I bring a different aspect to the table. I don't want to be in charge anyway, I am very happy being outside a pack." He picked up a tiny little puffball pup and looked at me, smiling. We stood there for some time.
"Wolf friends, huh?" The way he asked sounded as if he didn't believe me...or at the very least I shouldn't believe it. He gave a deep "hmm" and continued to smile. "Well, they have already decided to adopt you, so whether you are a Coyote or you are not, welcome to the pack". His smile broadened, he handed me the pup, and clasped me on the back. I awoke directly after.
I've never felt a kinship with wolves. While everyone I knew was fawning over them and claiming them as their spirit animal, I stuck to my red-tailed hawk and my snakes. Even later in life I work with Coyote more than I ever have worked with Wolves. I told this experience to a friend who is well learned in the ways of animal medicine and her interpretation is that it is time for me to accept Wolf and that I have become a teacher without realizing it. Whether this is true, or not...I'm sure time will show a clearer picture. Either way...it was strange. I'm not sure I am ready to fully admit to having Wolf Medicine anywhere in my life because in my mind...it would make my relationships more complicated.
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