Sit in the shade and try to relax

You find a fallen log among some fern and sit down, trailing your hooves in the cold, clear water as you try to figure out what the hell you're supposed to do with yourself. Can you really tell your friends the truth about what you are, or is your father right? Will people see you as a freak, a monster, or worse--someone to be pitied and avoided. You thought you were ready to be seen, to stop hiding, to share your secret with everyone, but the more you think about it, the more frightened you become. These people are your friends--if they can't accept you, no one will. Do you really want to be alone for the rest of your life?

You're not sure how long you sit there, your thoughts running in increasingly tighter and more frightening circles, but a sound finally pulls you out of your inner turmoil. Someone is coming down the trail, whistling a jaunty tune. You don't move, watching as a handsome gray Wolf strolls down off the mountain, wearing a simple green tunic and brown trousers. He doesn't seem to see you, hidden among the tall ferns.