She saw it in her dreams. Only the stars provided life to the shadows that clung to its form. It was staring out over the lands like a king. But no howl would it answer. Instead it lowered its ears and slinked away as if chastised.
How she wished it would revert, back to its proud stance, beautiful even in its solitude. But it withdrew in exile, never to join in the calls of the others.
She longed to feel its fur bristle beneath her fingers. See its eyes sharpen upon her, perhaps seeing her as prey, or perhaps, though she knew it to be impossible, seeing her as a familiar presence.
Over forests she reached, but it remained just beyond her fingertips, no matter how hard she strained.
And she would wake, tears in her eyes, as it turned from her and faded away. Just a dream, tangible only in her heart.
Very loosely based on a dream I had.