Wolves in the snow: A quiet Acceptance

"I dreamed I looked out my back window and there were wolves in the yard. Not just one—several, moving between the trees like they belonged there. I don't know why I wasn't more scared at first. I just stood there watching them. One of them came closer to the house, close enough that I could see its eyes. It didn't growl or anything. It just stared at me like it was waiting for me to do something. I remember feeling like I should close the curtains, but I couldn't make myself move. Then I was outside with them, standing in the snow, and they were all around me but not attacking. One brushed against my leg like a dog would. I remember thinking I should run, but I didn't want to. I woke up before they left, still feeling that weird mix of fear and calm, like I'd been accepted into something I didn't understand."