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There are two huge wolves roaming around the yard. It is a yard I've seen in other dreams, a green pasture surrounded by green trees. My cat Wiley is missing (in reality, he died last year) and I fear one of the wolves grabbed him.

One of the wolves mouth is slightly open like he has something in it. I get a close look, as close as I could get, and the wolf's flew is full of broke off quills and I assume it attacked and tried to eat a porcupine.

I'm relieved that it wasn't Wiley but I still haven't found him and wake up sad.