Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges.

Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”.

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Cora couldn’t explain the familiarity with this wolf but it was obvious. She was also very curious, so she agreed to go back with him and hear him out. As she rose from the damp sand, she noticed how calm the sea was in this little bay. It really was idealic here. It was not too hot or cold, the breeze was pleasant without being overbearing and she suspected the fishing might be good if you were into that sort of thing.

Before they started walking, she took a chance and reached out to touch Mac. He was a bit dirty but his fir was soft enough. His coat was beautiful! It was the deep grey right before a storm. The sun glinted off him and it appeared like his fir had silver glitter at the tips of each hair. He turned to look at her and could see she was softening. He knew it would be OK if he could just explain. Maybe if he explained, she would remember him: She would remember her life…before.

In her current form, he knew she wouldn’t be able to navigate the steep rocks so he led her back through the mouth of the bay. As they emerged out of the alcove, she noticed a forest off to the left and Mac was leading her there. The forest was dense and the sun was making beams of light through the canopy. She thought to herself that it was actually quite lovely and she had the sensation of coming home. While she was following Mac, she was also walking knowingly. Her feet seemed to know every turn and obstacle before Mac showed her.

Finally, they slowed. In front of them was a small opening in the roots under a giant ash tree. Mac went through first. Cora was not sure she would fit but she was too curious not to try. She got down on her hands and knees and stuck her head through the small opening. Lithely, she slank through the opening. Under the tree was a tidy dirt den. She suddenly felt very odd…very unlike herself but also more like herself than she’d felt in years. She couldn’t have explained it. She looked over at Mac and his eyes were alight. She looked down only to discover her hands were no longer her hands, they were paws! She twisted around and there was a tail! She suddenly felt the urge to scratch behind her own ear but couldn’t quite keep her balance and ended up falling over. How was this happening?! She heard Mac laughing and turned to snap at him but his smile and laughter stopped her. “What has happened to me?!” she asked; part angry, part curious, part amazement. “I don’t know exactly, but I suspect that it has to do with the fact that you are home now” Mac replied.

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