The Selkie and the

Distressed, he began to pace the shoreline. What had he done wrong? Was there really no hope for him to ever find his howl? So distressed was the wolf, that he did not notice two brown eyes watching him from just beyond the braking point of the waves.The eyes ducked down under the water, only to appear again, closer and to the right. The head which held the eyes was shiny and black, with whiskers around a twitching nose. It continued ducking down and reappearing closer, until, at last, they were right by the shore.It watched the wolf. “What are you?” The wolf startled, casting about, until it sensed the figure still hidden under the gentle ripples of the waves.“What are you?” the wolf asked, fur along his back startled on end.“I asked you first.”The wolf shook out his tail, teeth pulling back in a growl. “I am a wolf.”“Oh,” it said. Then, “What is a wolf?”...A fairytale about a wolf and a selkie, and how they fell in love.