Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

"Interesting," Dwin remarked, hoping that she would remember the older wolf's words, but knowing that by the time she woke up half of the dream would be gone. And at the end of the day she would have only some fragments of it. Out there she yawned and half opened her eyes, the dreamscape before her disappeared for a second, but was still hanging by a thread, when she closed her eyelids. The surroundings disappeared, but somehow she could still see the details of the she-wolf very well. It was as if she was her own entity in the fading dreamland of Dwin's. 

"It was nice talking to you," she told her. "I feel better, to be honest," she added and fell silent. Their conversation had come to its natural end and she did not really know, what else to ask. Except. "Oh, wait, you never told me your name," she exclaimed and with that the dream was over. She was wide awake in the Bramblepoint. Oddly enough the surroundings reminded her a lot of the place the dream had taken place - she had lied down and napped right next to that old willow tree. But the ghost was nowhere to be seen.