| Moonshadow The sun was setting as she hurried into the glen by the river. Miramanie must work fast to get the fire built by dark. As the wood caught she began the ceremony this must take place in the Shadow of the Moon. She slipped the white doe skin dress over her head and folded it carefully. Her sister would be using it on HER 18th birthday, 6 yrs hence. She waded in to the river to purify herself; her pale golden skin glistened in the firelight. The large brown areolas and nipples crinkled in the cold. These full breasts swinging as she moved in the water would not delight a man or suckle a babe for six years. She had been tempted to take a man into her body but the welfare of her people came first and so she had resisted. Wetting the bag of herbs in the water, she rubbed it all over her body as she had been taught, even to the tender lips between her legs. Her skin felt glowing, hypersensitive, she could feel the wind spirit move around her. It moved her long glossy black hair, revealing the round globes of her buttocks. Bending over to rinse her face she revealed the pink folds at the top of her long tapered legs. She was finished, stood near the fire and let its warmth dry her naked skin. Miramanie reached in the Medicine bag and took out the bag of herbs she tossed a small handful to the four winds. Out of the fire came a thick Grey smoke and she began to sing to call her Spirit Guide. The smoke began to swirl then coalesce into a large Grey wolf. Miramanie fell on her knees, the wolf caressed her face, her eye lids and flicked into her mouth. Her skin, awareness heightened by the herbs, throbbed with her pulse. She rose up to look into his eyes could feel him staring into her being. His tongue continued to caress her body lingering on her erect nipples. A glowing wetness formed between her legs, her body shaking, dropped forward. The Wolf’s tongue sought the source of this wonderful fluid, snaking deep inside of her. Then swiftly her covered his body with his own. She felt the pierce of his hot flesh deep inside of her again and again! Just when she thought she could bear no more pleasure there was a stillness and a feeling of hot warmth flowing up inside. She howled with him in their pleasure and collapsed on the ground. The warmth of the morning sun woke Miramanie. Was the visit from the Wolf Spirit a dream? She reached between her legs and felt the wetness. A smile rose to her lips, she remembered her mothers voice telling her there would be compensation for the service she gave the tribe. Every month in the Shadow of the Moon, she called the Wolf Spirit in the same way to bless her tribe. So if you are deep in the forest during moonshadow, you may still hear the howl of the wolf and know truly what it means.