The Nightmare

It was evening again… and the night found Gavroche restless. The winged male could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he tossed and turned within his den. His eyes were closed, not quite daring to flick open to the real world, as nightmares plagued him. His whimpers fell in a rapid cadence from his lips and even now his fear scent lifted into the air of the den.

One of Gav's companions was in the den with him, gently trying to soothe the male as he struggled with the nightmares. James found he could not wake the wolf from them but at least tried to soothingly stroke the male's muzzle.

Finally, at long last, Gavroche opened his gaze and looked upon James. He was panting, his ears flipped back against his skull as he regained his bearings. He was still panting, however, and shivered as he lowered his gaze to his paws. What a strange and violent nightmare, he thought… a horrible nightmare. That's all it was.

"You going to be okay?" James asked.

"Y-yeah…" Gavroche shifted his gaze toward the mouth of the den. "Dreams can't hurt you after all..."