Sleeping Dragon Never gonna give you up

Her assailant showed no mercy. She lurched forward, her jaws wrapping around Wildfire's throat. Although the yearling attempted to flinch away, there was no escaping, not this late in the game. The smell of her own blood, piss and shit filled her nose and tears leaked from her eyes as she felt the crushing pressure to her windpipe. In that final moment, she experienced a flashback to her infancy, when another black she-wolf had attempted to tear out her throat. But where Junior had failed, this stranger succeeded. There was a gush and a gurgle, then everything went black.

And then Wildfire startled awake to discover her body bathed in chilly morning dew. Her bladder was fit to bursting. She groaned and rolled over, a sense of uneasiness leeching away and leaving her with no memory of the bloody nightmare. Or perhaps it was just the real life nightmare that overshadowed it. Wildfire's eyes slowly closed as she remembered the past few days, then sighed and climbed to her feet, shuffling off to find someplace to pee.