"wir haben angst und sind allein"

what would you make of three dogs and a kid, all leashed together in a small patch of green by the street?
i made a good omen, far too good to be true perhaps.
(in my dream, elder god was also present, along with colored beads scattering in pace with the heavy rain beating down on the dark northern city.)
yet here i am, alone in the faerie realm i always dreamt of, without neither a prince nor a wolf in sight to relieve me from this solitude.
the castle overlooking the city holds no treasure for me and the stars are as far from being right as always.
yet i keep waiting, upon dreams and nightmares alike. i will keep treading the old stone bridge till my boots crumble and my feet bleed, as is the tradition of folktales.
because i am at the right place, this time i know this much at the very least, so my vigil is not completely devoid of hope. perhaps, when the right time arrives, i would become a wolf and devour princes instead of waiting for them. until then, silver mistress doth mine heart possess...