It was the night of the full moon.
I was on my way to work when off to the side of the road; I saw the form of a canine.
At first, I thought it a coyote … but it was too large, too broad.
It had the stance and bearing of a wolf, and yet more than a wolf at the same time.
Can still close my eyes and see it as clearly as the night it happened.
Its form was extremely crisp and clear.
As tall or taller than a man, black fur with silvery gray highlights.
Its eyes glowed like eye-shine you see when light hits certain animals (like a deer) in the dark of night.
Except they had a reddish glow.
There was nothing menacing about it, yet it radiant a fierceness while at the same time calm and confident.
There was nothing threatening in what I saw.
And one moment it was there while an eyeblink later, it was gone.
Was it Fenrir? … Or another Great Wolf that appeared to me?
Or … something that was a trick of the light.
If it weren’t for the crispness of the form and clarity of the vision, I might could be persuaded the latter.
But I know what I saw and so choose to walk with what heart and faith say it to be.
~ The Pathfinder