Sleepy Fox Hollow Sapling

Crowfeather nodded his head, eyes already closed. He had not really heard what Germanicus had said about mountain ranges, but he had enjoyed the rumbling sound of the man’s voice before slipping into sleep.

The dark wolf dreamed of a maze of caverns, each hallway spiraling downward into the dark. In his dreams, he chased the fleeing figure in front of him. Down, down, down they went into the darkness until he could not see anything around them. The scent of fear was strong down there. The earth felt as though it was closing in, suffocating him. Crowfeather continued down until sun woke him and he and Germanicus began another day.

The darkness hung about his mind. The smell of fear felt heavy in his nose. The tang of his dream lingered for quite some time.