Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”.
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The large grey wolf descended the rocks towards her: Their eyes locked on one another. Neither of them letting the other have the satisfaction of looking away. Inside her she was divided. Part of her wanted to run. Her body trying to will her to turn and follow the horse that had escaped through the opening that had led them into the small rocky bay. But instinct told her she was safe. In fact, something inside her had a sense of familiarity with this wolf. Something in his eyes told her she had known him before.
So it was with a bit of shock when she heard her own voice yelling. It was a giant scream directed at him. As she realized the sound was coming from her, she also realized how ferocious she sounded and how tense she had become. In spite of the familiarity, something about him made her distinctly angry. Her yell was one of pent up animosity that felt like it had been stored for decades. She stood there staring at him and screaming between breaths.
He stopped and tilted his head the way all dogs do when they are unsure and curious. He sat where he was and waited: tipping his head periodically from one side to the other. When she took a breath, his ears would perk but then she would belt out another scream. So he waited: Waited until all the steam in her dissipated. When she was finally done, she dropped onto the sand with tears streaming down her face.
It was then that he continued towards her. Slowly he made his way so that he was directly in front of her. She sensed how close he was and looked up. As she looked up, she realized he was so much closer than she’d thought and their eyes were mere inches from each other. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face but she was unafraid. He sat down in the cool, damp sand opposite her.
Suddenly she could feel something inside her. It was that feeling one gets when you know someone is watching you. She looked around the alcove and up on the protective rocks. No one. Then she heard it. She heard him inside her head. “I’m Mac Tíre. I’m sorry you are so angry with me. I tried to bring you here sooner but I couldn’t find you until recently.”
She shook her head as if to get rid of a bad thought but he continued, “What name do you go by now? You were Erin when I knew you before.” She stared at him wondering ‘Is he talking to me…is that what I’m hearing?’ And because he was in her mind already, he nodded to let her know that he could hear her as well as talk to her. Out loud she said, “I don’t know who Erin is but I am Cora. I feel like this is dream but I also sense this is absolutely real. I know I know you and you know me, but how can I possibly know a wolf and why do I have these feelings about you?!”
Mac Tíre sighed audibly and said to her inside her mind, “I was hoping you would remember. It would have made it easier. It’s OK though. We have plenty of time. I’ll tell you everything. Let’s go back to my den and we’ll get comfortable.”
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 
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