She was floating, and she couldn’t remember how she got here. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so light, as if she was puffed full of air, which gave her the buoyancy to float among the clouds. She giggled as she reached out a paw to touch one floating marshmallow-shaped cloud. The second her claw touched it, it popped! She gasped, and laughed again, trying to peddle through the clouds. But she realised she couldn’t control her direction, and attempting to only made her spin. Around, and around, and suddenly it was going faster and she screamed as she tried to get it to stop. Instead, it picked up speed, hurtling her through the sky.
She gasped suddenly, coughing a mixture of water and blood as she heaved and gasped again. She was back in her body, but the dizzy sensation of spinning hadn’t left her. She felt sick, and her chest hurt but her throat - her throat was on fire. Every breath felt like she was sucking on hot coals. She realised there was a wolf above her, and some of her frantic emotions stilled at the sight of him. Crux! He was alive! She opened her mouth to speak to him. To thank him, or simply gush over the sheer joy that they both had made it. “......” her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and nothing but a trickle of blood came out.
