From the heights of the stars suddenly another nine huge wolves appeared; gleaming golden-white they came hunting near with dark-blue shimmering fur, and set the silvery-blue winds above the milky ocean into a whirling motion.
This stirred the golden-creamy white-frothing milky ocean as if by a powerful arm.

“These wind-kings of the worlds were attracted by the songs which strove towards the stars as messengers.
The wolves now blow the eternal winds of the highest fulfilment of desires into the whirlpools of times so that these mix with the floods,” Sol explained to his sister.
“Thus the individual desires, which pour down with the rain, blend with the cosmic purpose which has its seat in the blue winds.”