if i had a voice i would sing

Through the haze came a voice, drifting and slipping through the fog that clouded his mind like a thread that he would grab onto. For a moment he would fight against it, body contorting and twisting as if fighting against the need to wake up. Eyes screwed shut further, but slowly his conscious mind would heave itself up that thread and after what felt like an eternity eyes would finally flutter open. Sickly green gaze so like his fathers would blink and muscles would relax as he cast his gaze around for a moment. Where was he? Where was the battle? "A... Azalea?" He would ask, voice dry and parched so tongue would flit out across lips to moisten them. She was nowhere to be found and neither was the rest of his pack or the Valhallans. In fact this wasn't even Veronica Plains? Had he been knocked out and dragged somewhere else? He remembered seeing Vi and the blind lady running towards him before he had blacked out but where were they? It was as if suddenly eyes would find her, seated behind him and slowly he would blink. Was he dreaming? "Mother?" He asked groggily before finally he would shuffle himself to up, forepaws almost struggling to push his massive frame up into a seated position. "Your dead. Is this a dream?" He asked, eyes closing once more as he shook his head to try and clear it. If this was a dream why did it all feel so real?

Speech!