Shoot the dog

Silvermane had been dreaming, his body tensing, and relaxing, as in his dreams he had died, and arrived in eternal hunting grounds, where forever, he would hunt with the Hircine, in his eternal hunting grounds. His jaws had been chewing the flesh of a pray that he had hunted, but in reality was chewing a mix of his own blood and the mushrooms, imitating him eating a poor prey's guts.

Then, Hircine turned around, and all the other dead wolves ran past, and he gazed for a moment, before speaking. "emit ruoy toN.." it said slowly "Your not yet worthy" before being kicked off into a endless tunnel, filled with his dead relatives, friends and lovers, blood smearing their corpses. A eye grows to him, and it buzzes, all the voices of the people he loved joined in, the words forming "UOY ETAH I", while a slimy burgundy tentacle began to wrap itself around his foreleg


Silvermane woke up, and he looked at his leg, where the feeling of wet sea still held, and for a second he still believed to be dreaming, before he kicked it off, he realized it was a makeshit bandage, and remembered the young wolf, Where was he?, before he closed his eyes again, to rest from the dizziness, as his head was spinning