Dreams Into Reality

The woman had wandered a short while, her paws leading her through the North from winter to spring. Bubo stuck close to her the whole while, the snow owl flying above and acting as her eyes in this place. At least until they returned time and time again to the caves that Oracle had found herself settled in. Bubo primarily chose to roost in trees outside the cave save for when he longed for the wolfess’ company and returned to her side. They kept each other sane in this world. Even the North seemed quite mild for spring, very little snow covering the ground. How strange it was.

Oracle was currently resting, orbs closed as she kept her head on her front paws. Slow, steady breaths left the femme, a certain snowy owl resting against the warm coat of the wolfess. Her tail flicked as Ora dreamed, remembering days when she played upon the beach with her brother, Galahad, and how they had searched for their family. Such distant days... Yet, why did tears slide down Oracle’s face while she dreamed? Even now she missed them, despite all these years...