Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Silence radiated through the woods. Arlette was curled next to him, their puppies sleeping soundly. Yet he couldn't sleep. Only sat rigidly next to them as he waited for something.
A flash of indigo and white - Blackbird. She swooped into their den, severing Arlette's head in one bite, then turned to Derg, blood in her smile as she picked up their babies and left.

Derg was shaken thoroughly awake and on his feet in an instant. "URSUS!" He half yelled while still mostly asleep, staggering out of the den with a snarl. Yet there was no war party. No blood. Only Kynareths echoing call for their medics.
Derg swiped at his eyes with a paw to wake himself up. It was just a dream
It was a call for medics.
Right. He took a long shuddering breath, his heart still pounding a war drum inside him. Their children...weren't even born yet.

He was certain he'd woken Arlette, if she wasn't awake anyway. Shit, he might've hurt her.
Derg turned back with his ears slicked back, looking to give her apologetic kisses. He knew she'd want to talk about...that. But not right now. "Later, love. You're needed." Standing guard while she worked on Simmik - he was sure that's why they were called - would sort him out.