Leaning against the wall as Nova made his speech, then waiting as he was greeted by newcomers or those in need, Phelan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall with his chin on his chest. Intending only to rest a moment, he fell into the first real sleep he'd had in several days.
As usual, the familiar nightmare arrived with an unnatural clarity, as only true memories can. It began with Phelan lying at the bottom of a refuse heap, miraculously without serious injury despite the beating he'd taken. At the time he'd not known how long he had been unconcious, only that it was the very early hours of morning. Before sunrise. Awakening brought the bruises back, but the only thought his mind latched onto was his knife. Unnamed, it had been given to him by his friend Raph, a gift received just hours prior to an attack by the monsters.
Minutes of quiet advance brought the ragged black wolf to the window he been thrown from. He entered and searched the building as quietly as possible, this made easy by the fact that the furs who assaulted him were asleep, Phelan left them that way. He only wanted his friend's knife back. He found it, in the leaders chamber, being used as a spit for some roasted meat. Something seemed very wrong with this scene, but the fox eating the meat wasn't any different, it was the partially carved human corpses laying to the side of the fire pit. Phelan's eyes widened and he gasped, turning his attention back to the leader. Who grinned with his bloodstained teeth as he used the wolf knife as a toothpick. A knowing look on his smug face.
Something broke inside the wolf that night, and with that resurgence of dream-memory the present day Doza comes to his footpaws, hackles raised, eyes gleaming, and lips pealed back. A deep snarl in his throat, dozens of scars revealed across his face and chest that were hidden under the fur.
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