Lost Creek Hollow not crawling; not falling down

He must have woken the she-wolf. At the edge of the den, just upon the outside, he looked back to her, eyes even more pale in the faint moonlight. He lifted a paw to scrub at his face momentarily, feeling the dryness of his throat. 

Her suggestion left him feeling even more perturbed than the dream—to not dream of his wife, would he then forever lose her? The final nail in the coffin of their failed relationship… she was gone from him in this earth. Could he banish her from his dreams as well?

I’m sorry I woke you, he responded instead, his shoulders rolling back in a light stretch. Can I get you anything? Something to eat?