Haunted Wood like rum on the fire

exhaustion had caught up with her, and sleep came as soon as she wedged herself in what must have once been a fox's burrow, now half-collapsed. it was the dark, featureless kind, at first, and then—

eyes. staring up, glazed with the same expression of the prey she brought down. brilliant green, never had she really seen them, until now. blood smeared liberally, pieces of bark and dirt mixed in with her mother's fur. and yet her chest still rose and fell, and it was not relief she felt but a sharp, sharp wrongness, and then the eyes turned to her, rolling unnaturally quickly to latch on her. her mother's mouth moved but now words came out and she was, is

falling

and she's awake, bolting upward and clawing at the dirt, until she's standing on stiff limbs in the middle of a small clearing, breath laboured. Hela squints shut her eyes, trying to bury the memory, burn it, force it out of existence. she edges grow a little blurrier, and the girl rocks back to perch on her hindquarters, the pain a relief and a distraction from the nightmare. 

@Serem