A wolf I saw in my reflection in a recent dream. I was living around tribal anthro wolves, who had adopted me, a wild wolf into the tribe. I couldn't remember my name, where I came from or how I got to the village. Then the village was attacked by 'hunters' weilding guns, in a blind fit of rage I took out numerous 'hunters' from thier horses. When they retreated, the Chief saw how I was doused in blood, but it was not my own.

They had a ceremony, where they painted markings along my face as sign of a warrior, red for bravery, war, strength. The Chief told me I was already the perfect balance of life and death, the blood and paint on my natural fur symbolized how I became the Thunderbird, smited my enemies like a wild storm picks off the trees and the mountains.

I looked up the Thunderbird and found out it was a Mythical Creature believed in by Native Americans and yes, the red pain was war paint. My dreams are telling me different things right now. I thought this one would be important, so I drew who I was in the dream.