"A Forest will sprout from the Darkness..."

That was the last thing said to her before she awoke. As the wolf sat up, her snow-white fur glistening in the morning sun, she thought through what the black wolf had whispered to her. Tala was her name! She had told her that she would meet her sometime soon in the conscious world, not the dream world. Before the white wolf arose, words flashed through her mind. "Trust the worn path", she had commanded. "And have females lead the pack. Always." Then, with a blustering of the wind, she heard a voice command "Go!" And, without hesitation, as if being pulled by an invisible string, the white wolf arose, raised her nose, and started walking the worn path to destiny.