Scene from a dream I had.. a couple days ago.

I was in a boat, on a cool glassy body of water. We sailed and we sailed until the warm weather of the savvannah turned into an icy chill. Ice was forming over the shore of another land, undiscovered. Pure trees and pure water and pure mountains shone above me, and sparkled in the clear daylight. Distances from the shore, I watched in awe, as pack of wolves, steady and wise, drifted and weaved out from among the trees. Most of them were silver and white. The first, a silver and black one, stopped and stared with beaming blue eyes- past my direction. I soon had to leave, and the wolves slinked quietly back into their snow-fortress, as I rocked softly in my little boat, back to Earth.