Fox's Glade Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true

inside the den, a mother bear slept. hers was a deep slumber, but as ancelin peered closer, he became rapidly suspicious that her sleep was to be eternal. breath stuttered in the bear's throat; it seemed as if she were gasping rather than snoring.
concern furrowed his brow. was it better to kill her then? he had felt unsure until this moment; now he saw no reason to let her die slowly.
tiny movements deeper in the dark had his nose twitching, and he wasn't sure he was truly seeing what he saw. "ameline," the rex grunted. "i don't think she's alone."