Seaside Moors I see my long lost blossom of shalimar

two kiln-silver eyes lurked in the dark -- the spectre of something coyish and dogged. valravn felt his spine prickle as he saw that unnerving pair of greyed-yellow, and was about to bark out when --

something clattered outside the den, pulling valravn abruptly from sleep alongside chacal. his heart was racing and a feeling of strange elevation had come over him, leaving him lightheaded.

he propped shakily onto his stomach, sniffing the salt on the wind.

another scent in there, too.

half expecting the horrible shade that had visited his dream, valravn focused his attention to the den. he could make out nothing of her color or shape, but he saw her shadow darken the mouth of the entry-way, and a little growl pressed from his lips as he scooted protectively alongside chacal and regin.