Heron Lake Plateau You hear colors

It was midday, and Phox was napping just outside the den with the pups and Towhee. His eyes fluttered, and his legs twitched as he dreamed. It was the same dream, the one with the one-eyed red wolf who was trying to say something. This time, instead of speaking to her to ask what she was saying, he was signing to her in ptero. She scowled at him, seeming more annoyed than anything.

She faded away, and he woke. Phox's brow furrowed, and he blinked the sleep away. Towhee was probably right, nothing more than a dream. But why did it keep repeating? Even if it was something in his head, he wondered why it appeared over and over again. He let Towhee know he was going to wander for a bit, kissed both kids on the top of their heads, and headed toward some of his favorite hunting grounds. Perhaps he could round up some small game for the kids.