Northstar Vale Echoes of ephasia have haunted you tonight

Rain drops didn't bother Dag. He was used to sleeping in bad weather, though more used to sleet and snow than rain. Still, the young male didn't rouse until the first female's voice fell soft on his ears. He twitched them in irritation before picking up his head and giving a gaping yawn. Only then did his eyes follow Saena's to the doe, and silently, to where the buck had stood as well.

Rising, the wolf followed after his leader, eyes bright as he kept on the lookout for the raging beast.

"I dreamed that the buck could turn into a wolf," he confided as he padded behind her. Part of him wondered if she would rather be quiet, but the dream had been disconcerting enough that he decided to share it anyway. "He came into the pack and, in the night, bit us all on the ankle. When we awoke, he was gone, and we all became mad - one after another."

He'd never heard of rabies before, but if he'd known the word, he might've used it for the wolf-buck in his dreams. He might've used it for the buck itself. And, if he had, he would have felt even sillier for sharing his fears with the older shewolf. As it was, he felt as though she would think him foolish, now - given to useless imaginings.

He was.