Wild Berry Meadow I prepare for the noble war

for @Zephyr
Backdated a few days

The same nightmare had him jumping awake, his breath gone from his lungs as pain seared through his throat like someone had ripped it open. It felt so real that his gaze fell to the ground in search of the pool of blood that must be forming there—but there was only bent grass and clawed earth where he had struck the ground with his paws while he dreamed. 

Finally he could suck in air, and he did so as he pulled himself up from the ground into a seated position. He panted there for a few long moments as he tried to reason with himself that none of it was real. But the image of his mangled throat haunted his thoughts. He wondered what it could mean. He couldn't help but think it might be a warning of some kind.

With a deep, steadying breath, he lifted his hind end off the ground and moved in the direction of a nearby stream. He lay down in the water and submerged his head. It was icy cold and helped bring back his senses from where his fear was keeping them captive. He stood and shook the water from his fiery coat then moved from the stream and took a seat, his gaze lifting up to the stars.