Raven's Watch Dawnthief

A mere second expanded into an entire dream, and cold, hard earth evolved into a sandy paradise; water was lapping her chin, and she found herself blinking at the crystalline waters from home. 

She smiled, suppressing a nervous laugh from between previously anxious jaws. Her sister came to sit beside her, and she swiped saltwater on her face, making Diane sit up abruptly. 
"You've been sleep for a long time, Di. The tide's coming in," the blonde wolf chided gently. 
"I was having a bad dream, Lilly. I was alone in this strange place. It was cold, like after a winter fishing, and I had abandoned the sea..." Diane shuddered. 
"You? Abandon the sea?" Lilly scoffed, smiling. "Not even in your dreams!"
Diane visibly relaxed. It was just a dream...
"DIANE!"
The water had swelled to an impossible height, darkening the sky as the waterwall came tumbling down on top of her. Her sister. Her family. Her pack. Everyone was trapped. Everyone was drowning. 

A woof, too solid to be apart of the surrealness of her dream, jolted her from the nightmare. She breathed in sharply as if she had been holding her breath, and found herself gazing into eyes of quicksilver, distant and shiny like stars in the blackness surrounding them. 

She took her eyes respectfully from the swarthy stag, her heart rate slowing as she recalled the manners of her upbringing and she reverted to using them because she was in no state to defend herself. Hunger and pure exhaustion made her the automatic loser of this match-up. 

She pulled herself from amongst the dry tree roots, crawling, stretching towards the male before rolling slightly onto her back. Her tail, short and rudder-like, wagged slightly in acknowledgement of the fact he hadn't threatened her. Diane could be fiesty under normal circumstances, and it hurt her spirit to resort to grovelling, but it was impractical to act any other way at this time. 

And a lot of damage had been done to her psyche in the past week or so. It was difficult to tell if she would ever be fiesty again. If she would ever be herself again.

He had sought her here, and she wondered why as she peered at the dark stilts he called legs and his deep, powerful chest, looking everywhere but in his face. Unpleasantly, her stomach protested loudly to its emptiness.