But first...
she needed a name. He would use the collar as a narrow thick
strap, harshly striking her, and name her *Welted 1*. He would
show her his danger, before asking her to choose.
He knew her... she would choose to taste of the dream.
A dream to be
tasted...
Choices made.
A journey begun.
He does know me well
for we are much alike
the Bear and I.
I do not fear his danger
instead I embrace it
and rejoice in the choices
good and bad
which have come before.
Choices by many
which have brought us to this.
We both bury ghosts
and go forward together
We understand each other so well.
Today I will wear his collar.
Today I will taste of the dream
