Shadewood little bit of lead

He thought he had fallen asleep, it felt so much like he had, and he was having a strange dream about a stranger speaking muffled words to him. His brain tried to make out what was being said, but it was no use; it just sounded like gibberish. He wasn't sure how he realized this wolf speaking to him was real and not a figment of his dream, but something snapped him back to reality. You wouldn't be able to tell it, though, because the whole time, he continued to remain a heap, his gaze slowly and lazily moving towards the form of the gibberish-speaking wolf. Z stared at him for a few long moments before looking back at the water. He hadn't understood the words but even if he had, he wouldn't have been able to muster up any response for him.