Wapun Meadow Blizzard of Souls

Elfie squeezed his eyes tightly shut and stood very still. It was hard to breathe, his heart raced wildly in his chest and he fought against his frozen state, eager to run away and leave this horrible place as far behind him as possible. The sickly sweet smell of corpses filled his nostrils and made him nauseous. 

Just leave me alone. Just leave me alone. Please. He murmured to himself in a quiet prayer. And suddenly warmth of a living person and a clear voice cut through the fog of his mind. He opened his eyes and looked in the face of an older she-wolf. Then his gaze darted behind her and nothing of, what he had seen earlier, was there. Had it been there at all?

He shook his head and smiled weakly at the adult, wagged the tip of his tail and quivered. "No... no, I thought I saw something, but it's no longer there. Not real," he stumbled through words. "Who are you?" he asked, eager to change the subject.