He woke from his nightmare, breathing heavily.This wolfs name was Grey. He was skinny, and jumpy. Grey trusted no one, and could never distinguish an enemy from a freind. As a result, he had hurt anyone who came near him, and became a wise fighter. He was only 13. His gray overcoat and white underbelly meant he was a common colour among wolves. He had pale blue eyes. This wolf was not normal though. Like the rest of his old pack, whom he stayed away from, He could morph into a human. He would wear a black winter baseball hat, a brown hooded fleece, green combat trousers and gray snowboots. The main way to recognise grey in his human form though, was his ginger hair, sticking out of the edges of his hat. He was lonely. So lonely, he spoke to himself.
"Why am I panting?"
"I don't know. Why are you panting?"
"I was asking you."
"And I was asking you."
"Shut up."
"Gladly."
In a flash of light he turned into a human boy of 13. He picked a frozen blade of grass from under the snow, warmed it, and placed it to his lips, his hands cupped. Grey blew on the blade of grass. A shrill song came out of it. This song described tree tops flanked by snow glittering in the morning sun. It described the summers sunset, all of the reds, pinks and yellows.
"I love playing this song" he thought.
He stopped playing and got blearily to his feet, looking around. The snow stretched a few feet ahead of him, into the dense forest. He morphed into a wolf and trotted into the forest, in search of food.
"Yeah, you'd better get some."
"Why? aren't you coming?"
"Of course. I need to annoy some one"
He said, walking into the forest.
What I have shown you is reality. What you remember...that is the illusion.