I think I died.
My whole body felt numb. I was back in the whiteness. The place where I had talked to Ara last. The place where I had morphed with Gimmel. It was becoming a very familiar place, even if it was just a vast stretch of nothingness, where everything felt the same and different at the same time. I tried to find Ara, and when I had walked and walked without spotting her, or anything else for that matter, I resolved to find Gimmel.
I found my second inner wolf immediately. As if the moment I thought about her was what made her appear. I had morphed with her, but I had never shifted to let her take over. Here, in the whiteness, was the first time I was seeing how beautiful my red wolf was. Her fur literally shone, and her eyes burned with sadness. She was standing on a spot, looking quite uncertain. I went up to her and patted her. I stroked the top of her head. Soon, I sat, and I let her settle into my laps and my embrace. We just revelled in the silence and the whiteness.
