Conjugal Caniness Comes

In December I dreamt.
White sky on frost field,
Shadowtree on slumberspot,
dusk over lakota savannah. 

Watched and waited
under oak tree
on hunger hill -
Wanted bloodtooth. 
Then a great black wolf, a she-wolf, brought me food. 
Piece by piece, she fed me.
Loping, she-lupus came and went. 
Tossle-maned, raven-fell, tangle-thick, she lay near me. 
Side by side, we tore and ate.
She sought me, warmed me, braved me, outloped me. 
In night-dark, she shifted, stood up, wolf woman.
Thick black hair on whitesky skin.
Do not know her.
Never saw her.
I hope we share more carcasses.