Lion Head Mesa forget me not

*CRIES LOUDLY* italicized is dream talk, but only bold is what Treva can hear--her sleeptalking!

she felt the warmth of her mother. in her dreams, in life. Toula moved nearer to her parents in her dream; in life, she seemed to shift nearer to Treva, one foreleg reached away from the fur throw she had snuggled against to pull it (her mother, unknowingly), nearer.
the smells were comforting. mother. and a gift from father. her totem for protection close to her head that He had made for her.
in her dreams she smiled up at her mother and her father, and shared happily with them, speaking it aloud from her dreams in a sigh, I have been making new friends, to prepare for the Winter feast! I am so excited to do this with you, mother. I love you! and she peered to her father @Ramesses. and you! always, forever, looking to them both then—said in a sleepy breath, nuzzling into her mother.
and her mother began to sing! a lullaby, from when she was a girl. but it was effective; deeper Toula went into her sleep, into this dream, breathing this way too.