Bearclaw Valley don't drag me to a sea of flame

i haven't checked for sure if enough time has passed for eyes to open i did simple mind math which usually leads to disaster so lmk!!! ill edit the post

her dreams were strange; abstract. her sleeping moments' interpretation of the world was not to dissimilar to those of her waking. black, only able to feel something hard beneath her, and something soft and warm surrounding her from all sides, little bodies like her own and then something much larger that fed her when she got close and the sounds everything makes.
a grunt reels her in from her sleep, and it tears what she realizes are her eyes open.

moving blobs of various different shades. they all move, and mix with eachother like paint, but adalynn couldn't quite understand yet what she was looking at. so she retreats to her dreams once again, finally able to see in color.