She curled into Kahlua's belly, enjoying the warth radiating from her. It was all so peaceful - so relaxing....
When she opened her eyes again, the sky was a light blue. White fluffs traveled across the sky, and a chorus of birds could be heard in the distance. She was sitting in a field full of white irises.
Sniffing the scent, her head began to spin. What's going on? she thought, turning her head back and forth. Suddenly, she spotted her father in the distance. He was a younger wolf, and was side-by-side with her mother. The beautiful lynx waved at her, and with much joy the fox bounded off into the distance. However, the faster she began to run, the farther away her parents drew. Gáire looked at the ground, and noticed the irises had been stained with a sickly purple color. The sky turned emerald, and the fur on the back of her neck stood up.
Glancing back, she noticed a figure standing where she had come from. He was a silvery color, with ebony streaks in his mane. He wore a cloak and other dark attire. She noticed his eyes were a vivid purple.
"Hello, Gáire," he whispered.
She jerked awake and screamed. It took her moments to realize that it was only a dream.
Nothing more.
Or was it?