09-10-2017, 05:30 AM
Bill couldn't stop shaking his head, as though it would make this all stop. The symbols ... he knew he was *supposed* to be able to read them, but something was preventing him.
The wolf's paw touching him was as big as his hand ... hands ... feet ...
He looked at the animals waiting in silence, looked into their eyes and could only know that they *expected* something from him--*what?*
*Touch your mother.*
Where'd *that* come from--? It just--it was a chorus, not a single voice, and not words at all, but certain in its meaning ...
*Touch your mother.*
"How? How do I do that?"
He got no answer, but as he looked around, the one thing he saw was that all those watching him were ... standing ... on the earth ...
*Your Mother*
Then he looked down at himself and it hit him. He looked back up at them all. "You mean--?"
*Yes*
Bill sat on the snow and removed his boots and socks, then stood up. The cold bit into his feet for a second and then felt warm, and that's when he felt the first change, with an overwhelming sensation that he was breathing through the soles of his feet.
