Dawnlark Plains Don't Accept the Truth

Somehow Sofi had found the in between world of waking and dreaming. Before her thoughts could fully escape consciousness, a barking noise rang out and the coyote sprang to her feet. She was rather terrified to see a gangly wolf standing several metres away.

She replayed what he had shouted in her mind, but it didn't really make sense.
"Whaat?" she called out innocently. As usual, she was fully prepared to bolt into a run if need be. The word had sounded like her own bark, so maybe it was another word for coyote in ...some language. He looked like an odd sort. Who knew from where he had come from and what language he spoke.

His body language seemed friendly, so she bowed her ears and waved the end of her tail a few times, hopeful.