Duskfire Glacier Oh, how they tear at you now

His nightmares were stark tonight, and he swiveled his large head one way then the other. his sleep restless. Muscles tensing sharply, his body pulled up into a sitting position unexpectedly, eyes snapping open as if something had startled him awake. His lungs craved air, and he pulled it in deeply before letting it out slowly.  Something was off tonight, or was it just his nightmares again? Not awake enough to think, he sprawled on the ground on his side and yawned, letting his eyes drift shut once more. A few minutes passed, and it was silent once again, the breeze rippling his fur, running along his moving ribs like a carress. The big male laid there still until his feet started to twitch. His ears joined in, and deep soft barks popped from his maw. A yipe, and he jerked awake again, breathing heavily. This wasn't going to work. Getting up, his muscles protested, and he groaned as he bowed, stretching deeply before looking up. Blinking, his eyes widened a little, a moon seeming to swell at the red on its surface. A rare sight, it caught him off guard, and his gaze locked on it for minutes on end, as silent as the moon itself. 
Somewhere in the distance, the eerie call of an owl broke the silence, and he rose and shook himself, like waking from a trance. Uneasy, he started picking up speed, the rhythm of his paws making the drumming of his heart faster. Eyes trained on what was before him, the longing of freedom drew him to the woods. He could be himself there. He could be free. Running faster, he let the wind catch his fur, throwing it back towards the way he came. He jumped over branches, skidded past trees, almost as if in a frenzy, muscles tensed, an odd look in his eyes. Restless energy burned through him, and he couldn't seem to get rid of it. Seeing something off white in front of him, he couldn't stop, so he thrust his back paws onto the soft earth and leaped over it, easily clearing it. He skidded to a stop as he saw it move, and a feeling of familiarity seeped in. Carefully, he moved towards it, buried in the flowers. A surprised look on his face sat, a small wag of his tail almost instant. But concern coursed through him. It was the girl. Uki. The one that had stuck in his mind. But why was she out here? Stopping a few feet before her, his voice was deep but soft as he spoke. Uki? Is that you?