Bella often dreamt of bare feet leaving imprints in the red clay earth of Pylos as she walked through the reeds of a small stream that brushed past her silk dress as she bent to collect water. A small wolf would drag its paws past her muddy ankles, and stones turned to dust beneath its weight. It looked at her and asked something, but she could not understand. During the sunset, the wolf would lift its large head from the water and speak to the sun in its language asking for love and become burned. The wolf wept, and the stream became deeper. When sun became the moon, she would stand still as the wolf lifted its head once more and ask the moon for love. She would tell the wolf, as she did every time she dreamt about the poor little wolf that she would give it what it needed. The wolf whined and huffed and pawed through the silt to her feet, grooved into the clay, and rose to become a man, seven-feet tall, dark skinned, adorned in only a silver repoussé bull-shaped helmet with gold horns.
"To my love, I give you the world, and all shall love you."