When The Wild Calls. Speculative Fiction Modern Parables

TO DREAM OF TALKING WOLVES AND CROWS might be strange to some. To act on what they tell you to save some wild pups in an abandoned building with an unknown menace threatening your life - well, that might be crazy. Kelly liked to read. And she had an active imagination. So talking to coyotes and crows in her dreams wasn't too much for her. Until they wanted her to risk her own life to save some abandoned wild pups. Because if she didn't, the pups would die.
And so would she and everyone she knew... Excerpt:My name is Kelly and I like to read. And since the cities left us, that was hard enough. Finding real books was tough. Thought I'd like to be a writer one day. As soon as someone started producing paper and printing them again. Meawhile, I thought up stories and told them to people. But I never thought I'd be doing something crazier than my own imagination.
It's like this: I'd had coyotes and crows talking to me for months in my dreams. Thought I'd been reading too many Amerindian legends. So I laid off them and picked up an old copy of Twain's "Life on the Mississippi", thinking some nonfiction would cure my imagination-osis. Nope. We'd have these talks. I'd sit there in my dream, on a log in my nightgown, while across a smoldering fire sat a well-groomed coyote on his haunches.
On a pine bough overhead stood a crow, black and seemingly able to appear and disappear in the surrounding darkness. Who would start the conversation was often anyone's guess. But the last talk we had ended up saving my life, and those of my kin..