Firefly Glen I wasn't there, but I know

in her dreams, there was endless warmth. the scent of plum and sun soaked into her very being. she imagined running endlessly and how good it felt. her paws flexed when this happened. small movements in her body that hinted her mind ran rampant behind her eyelids.

tucked into morwenna was perhaps the best sleep she had experienced in...a moment.

which meant she slept well into the darkness. clearly in need of far more than just a nap. when she finally opened heavy eyes, she was surprised. warmth and safety was still here. the bone was still near her chest. if hunters or traders traveled around the glen still, she did not think they were close enough to bother the moonlit pair.

she found herself reluctant to leave this protective spot she was in. the woman who guarded her now was warm and soft. the scent of plum came from her. had her dreams leaked free? she hadn't realized it was likely the other way around.

she yawned, but this time for waking instead of slumbering, and craned her neck. prepared to push her face into the softness of morwenna's neck fur if not warded off.