Coyote Jones

  1. Wolf Dream

    We were running along what looked like the Bruce Trail. Five of us. We were travelling for miles and miles and miles with no destination in sight. We were people sometimes and wolves sometimes. There were no transformations that I remember: we were suddenly either one or the other. Wolves who shifted human. It was daylight, and an endless valley of trees was to our left and a thick forest to our right. We ran along a path and then stepped carefully along a "bridge" of a fallen log ...