Hushed Willows something to confide in, something to erase

Sunburst Glade

The dark shape of Hypnos could be seen sprawled in the open, this time. It was hard to tell if he was awake or asleep, but he was alive so that must count for something. Snow was falling around him; he was on his back, watching the white of the sky as it scattered across his vision like ashes.

There was a thread of panic within the pack recently, and while he'd picked up on the frenzy of the others, he had not been moved to participate in whatever chaos had transpired; he remained oblivious to the state of Reverie, which was probably for the better. Hypnos wasn't good for anything.