SUZUME

Lifting myself up, Wolfs Breath is behind me while I lie on Fenrir’s fur. It’s kind of damp and I feel wet myself as we come to a stop in the woods. I look behind us to see if I can see that figure of myself again, the one I saw before entering my body but there is no one. Just Wolfs Breath who hops off Fenrir and holds up a hand to help me off him.

I take it as I find myself appreciating who his is...I did live as him for a couple of decades, maybe his whole life, but it was only later that I realized...