Wolf Waiting

The wolves were waiting, panting as I struck the matches and brought their escapes further into the room. They knew I could hold ground with them, that I represented the same dusk that their Mother, my Mother, did. Ready for the hunt tonight – initiation to prove I could go beyond Ezekiel, that this wasn’t lightheaded whimsy. She rose upon the slight invocation, bringing crackle leaved wind leading to whoever I chose – whoever would win the door prize of my dance tonight.