她慢慢地呼吸。这就是她所拥有的，这个糟糕的夜晚的美丽。她在远处听着小小的大小，除了失落的菲比斯外，还要把自己的心置于心中，而另一个满月的恐惧却不再是她身体的庆祝活动。她保持静止，并试图想到狼子里睁大眼睛从森林的子宫中涌现出来的土狼孩子，而自己的孩子的有限可能性闭上了眼睛，终于在这个世界上闭上了眼睛。
(She breathed in slowly; this was what she had, the beauty of this awful night. She listened for small yips in the distance, something to put in her heart besides the lost phoebes and the dread of another full moon rising with no more small celebrations from her body ever again. She kept herself still and tried to think of coyote children emerging from the forest's womb with their eyes wide open while the finite possibilities of her own children closed their eyes, finally, on this world.)