Danger In The Darkness

He was wide awake now. Awake, but tired as all hell. It was late, really, really late. Everyone else in the pack was asleep, and the only sound in the air were the crickets and the late night rustling of small creatures and whatever else hunted in the night. Dual toned eyes gazed wearily into a puddle he had found, one of several that littered the lands as the occasional rain seemed to come across them every now and again. He stared at his reflection, droplets of water making it ripple as the gentle mist fell from the clouds above. It wasn't raining too hard, nor enough to really call it rain right now. It was cold out, and the water collected on his fur like as gently as they would on a spiders web. He wasn't sure why he had so much trouble sleeping all the time, perhaps too young to know or to understand, but he hadn't gone to see anyone about it, let alone talk to his mother or siblings to tell them all the things that seemed to trouble him. Hell, he could barely figure it out himself, all he knew was that he couldn't really sleep, and when he did, his dreams were plagued with things he didn't understand. He saw faces. Heard voices. But the faces weren't always clear, and the voices weren't always audible. Most of the time they were barely above a whisper, and sometimes he couldn't understand what they were saying, but when he did, they said bad things. Terrible things. And it frightened him to the point he didn't want to sleep at all.

"SPEAK"