Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

It was a fairytale, she had to be dead. It all started to set in and she began to pace back and forth, straying from the knightly wolf. "I- I must be dead,"  She was so unfamiliar with straightforward kindness and care that the only explanation was her spirit roamed in some heavenly new world. Her breathing hitched, heart thumping out of her chest - why did she still feel her heartbeat? Why was the stinging cold still on her paws? Her dimmed gaze locking on to Jerrik's hindered her panic, why was this wolf so strangely perfect? Her nerves relaxed, instantly she looked embarrassed, ears hiding behind her head.  "I'm so sorry..." The girl whispered beneath her breath.