It's a long way down

As he watched, the cloudiness around him fell away. Clearing into a beautiful mountainscape. But it wasn’t the area that caught his attention, but a wolf. A familiar wolf. His eyes narrowed, surprise catching him. Resin did not often frequent his nightmares, and when she did they involved Hallows cellars and a woman fallen into craze. This… this was something else. She looked at him with sanity, and her voice was a greeting, though she didn’t move.

He hesitated, before approaching. Stepping towards the familiar wolf. The only that that had ever come close to feeling like a guardian to him. He could not recall his parents' faces, they were long ago taken by history. He said, as he reached her. he reached out to cup her face, knowing he was dreaming. She wasn’t real, a figment of his imagination, and nothing more. He warned her.

"Speech"