Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

A loud thud. Pain blooming on the side of his head. He let out a whimper at the sensation, but no longer was he screaming at the top of his lungs for all to hear.  It tore him out of his living nightmare, casting him back into reality where a sea of snow and a wolf ontop of him was waiting.

Blue. White.

He looked up at them, his green pools of eyes searching their face as he continued to tremble and shake. His body had stilled, ceasing it's onslaught of kicking at the stranger as he tried to come down from his terrible high. Now the only sound around them were the soft winds and harsh breathing. "I.."

Something familiar itched in his mind as he looked at the stranger. It wasn't their posture—no. Not their scent, not the way they frantically looked at the treeline.

It was their eyes. A color so familiar it reminded him of his mother's. Of a place far away that he had since forgotten from his youth. Tall stones, bison, a large looming figure.

"Valette," he whispered, his voice barely above hearing range as it rattled in his throat. He hadn't noticed he said it, not until it left his jaws.