“I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.”

“Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead.I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.It was almost like he was there.”

“I laid my head on his neck, and the two of us-girl and wolf-fell asleep, into a dream within a dream.”

“I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.”

“A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it”

“[about a book lent by a crush] Last night I read into the wee small hours. Fell asleep with my face in the book, my nose pressed up against the print. Could smell Sean on the pages, the lingering odours from his sportsbag. Man scent, liniment, damp earth.”