Dahozhoni Meadow I'm starting to hate it here

He meets her 'greeting' with easy words of his own, and the fur of her spine lays back down to rest. Worse things to stare up at? You sound like you speak from experience. She remarks idly, snatching up another mouse and snuffing it out with a quick snap of her jaws.

She shrugs and her gaze finds him once more, as if she is reluctant to allow him to slip from it, even in this unshattered peace they now shared. Something like that. I figured if I could not sleep, I could at least fill the time doing something else

The realm of sleep, of dreams, it was a cruel place. In the cold and crisp night air, there was only what was in front of her, not what was behind.