Lake Rodney In the rain

It was the first time that Crowfeather had dreamed since leaving his home. It was the first time that he had fallen asleep and entered slumber so deep that his mind was able to wander, to seek the visions that he had been born to share. As the dark wolf had slept beside the firm figure of Germanicus, his mind raced. 

A silver eagle warred with a rattling snake. The snake's fangs were bared and its body was coiled dangerously. The eagle did not appear frightened but battled as though it had a thousand times. 

Crowfeather dreamed too of bitter snow. The mountains were covered in frosted caps that flowed down into each valley and blanketed the tops of the trees. In the snow, he could see a wolf howling mournfully. 

When he woke, it was with a start. Crowfeather looked to the figure of @Germanicus with fear blossoming in his belly. He did not want to find out that he had been left alone in his sleep. Relief covered his worry swiftly when he saw the russet marks behind the older wolf's ears. How long had he slept?