Blackfoot Forest "Do you not want to know who has taken it?"

slight pp, hope that's okay. for the gorgeous @Amara <3

When he wakes he is hot and sweating, his body shaking with fear. Fear is a thing he's felt little of his entire life, but little by little it has worked its way into his dreams-- interrupting his sleep and causing him stress in the darkest hours of the night. He takes deep breaths, holding them for a few moments to calm his racing heart and pounding head.

He dreams of Seana-- the woman from the Maplewood and her graying husband Reek. He dreams of his stubborn attitude luring him into the ocean of war and dragging him under it's crashing waves. He dreams of his beautiful wife in the jaws of evil, her body hanging limp from a maple tree-- her blood dripping down her nose and onto a pale body at the base of the tree. His pure sister, bloodstained and cold, was sprawled at the bottom, blood pooling around her. He dreams of unborn daughters that he cannot save, and unborn sons that do not look to him for guidance. He dreams of a world where he is rendered useless, and where every decision he makes only harms those he loves.

But as he wakes, he remembers the slim figure of his wife beside him. Her presense calms him, and he lets out a long sigh. His black nose finds her side, and he touches it gently as he thinks of the unborn children that he prays to have with her one day. It is then that she stirs gently, and in this subtle movement a sweet scent enters his nose. He freezes as he processes, his body still hot from his dream, before a different heat ripples through him. The man lets out a low whine and nudges Amara, begging her to wake.