Post by Clove on Dec 10, 2016 1:53:19 GMT -6
Shifting and thrashing about, she quivered in the depths of her dream. She felt and heard the calls of her long lost kit. She shook, then before being able to save the small scrap the yowls of a common deathclan fight over took the senario! Before being attacked she was tossed away and felt awoken with fear. Wide eyes she realized she must have been moving quite a lot, she was getting many irritated glares. Embarrassed she stood... head low she started to make a run for it. Aimed for the safety of the cold outdoors.