My Dream As a Shape Shifter

I was a nervous young fawn Tasting sweet April grass in a lovely meadow Sensing danger, realizing wolves were surrounding me Bam! I had shapeshifted into one of them. Their alpha was sharp, he sensed I was still a deer. He urged them to close in. Wham! I am now an eagle, soaring high above the pack, out of reach Even their alpha looks confused I do not think they understand shape shifters.