Verdigris Ravine skeleton

In the darkness, he dreamed visions of a world unlike the void he lived in; a brilliance contrary to the darkness. In the darkness, he reached kneaded the ground with grubby little paws; in the brilliance, he ran, though he was incapable of understanding what tugged through his fur, what things passed around him. He knew and knew not --

Hot air on his face. The brilliance receeded and he plunged to darkness again. A scream, a squirm. He writhed his nubby neck about and shouted at the breath he recognized but did not like in that particular moment.

Tiny paws wormed out towards the Grunting One, and grabbed at the air.