Hushed Willows if i get home before daylight, i just might get some sleep tonight

If she could shuffle away, she would. Instead, she only leans in the direction opposite of Seabreeze’s approach. Her ears twitch, listening to what she says, but she is unable to understand it. It doesn’t sound right. It’s a joke. They’re playing a joke. They’ll get her to believe it and then they’ll reveal the joke. Ha ha.
 
She closes her eyes again, her head jerks back and forth, refusing to believe it.
 
“N-not home,” she says, shakily. “Not real,” she mumbles between her paws.