Chapter 7: The Dream

Wolfrock drifted into sleep quickly. Her paws ached from hunting mice. Suddenly, she was in a small ravine, and there was a small stream. Her throat felt dry, so she went for a drink. She saw bubbles emerging, but she merely ignored it. Then she saw two eyes, looking at her. Wolfrock tried to run away, but the river monster struck. Its sharp teeth pushed into her and she felt her blood gushing out. She was wildly trying to push away, but it only tore her flesh. She felt as though she was burning to death in a fire.
The river monster faded away. Her wounds disappeared, and she was now walking on a cloud. She looked up, and there was Dawn. The wolf looked much younger and happier, but yet her eyes were filled with distress. "You cannot stop the river monster. Driving it away is nearly impossible." Dawn said.
"What do you mean? Surely we can stop it?" Wolfrock said, questioning herself.
"You must stop your pack. Do not let them attack." Dawn instructed. A strong gust blew in her face.
"What do you mean? How? It killed you!" Wolfrock screamed, but Dawn seemed to go away with the wind, and was no longer there.
Wolfrock woke up as someone poked her. "Are you getting up or not?" Fire growled.
"Sorry." Wolfrock said. "I had a dream. Dawn was in it."
Fire turned around. "If anyone, I should be dreaming of Dawn! She was my mother! It's your fault she's dead!"
"She's braver. And much smarter than you." Wolfrock growled, walking away from Fire. She went up to GreatShot. "Are we hunting today?"
"Yes, pup. But not until the sun goes over the trees." GreatShot said, chuckling. "Why don't you go hunt some mice?"
Wolfrock nodded, but she couldn't think of anything but her dream.

Author's Note:
Sorry for not posting a chapter for so long! The current author's have been doing a great job! I'm going to need to change the banner! I know Fire's usually nice, but she's a bit fired up that her mother's dead.