It's a long way down

The night directly after the flood was a hard one. He was awake all through that night, and the next day, and much of the next night. At last, when he couldn’t keep himself away a moment later, he found himself a dark and empty corner to collapse in. Knowing Bear would keep any wolves away. He had regressed. He wasn’t the safest wolf to be around when he slept.

Tired as he was, he was asleep the moment his eyes slid closed. As expected, his dreams were not welcoming things. He was back, many, many years in the past. Helping Deathbelle flee from the crumbling empire. They were cornered, as had happened to him during that time. But when he was cut down, he looked up at his assailant, and Dread’s eyes looked down at him. "I'm not turning my back on my whole family. Just on you."

The dream shifted, and he was walking. There was blood on his coat, and his old bones creaked. A mist was kicking up in the cold air, and he turned one way, and then another. Looking through the deep fog. He felt eyes on him, but he couldn’t penetrate the deep mist.

"Speech"