Dark paws twitched in the dark of her den beneath a fallen wall as strange dreams chased themselves through Katja's sleeping head. Her chest thrummed with the vibrations of a growl she would not give voice to even in sleep. Abruptly she came awake, to her paws in a crouch in the next instant, her mercury eyes gleaming more silver than ever with the reflection of moonlight. Her teeth gleamed brightly, bared in fury at the demons of her own dreams. But the fog of nightmares was quick to pass, and her lips lowered over her fangs once more as she came to realize there was no enemy there. She would not be able to sleep again this night, though, so there was no point in trying.
Slipping from the den, she leaped gracefully to the top of the wall where it had not yet fallen and perched there. Both keeping vigil and brooding, those bright silver eyes swept the land around her den. The nightmare was godsent, as most were, but was it a warning from Freya of some danger or simple trickery from Loki? She could not quite shake the pelt-prickling feeling brought about by the dream, even as she waited in the moonlight for her heartbeat to settle, her breathing to return to normal. Were the gods mocking her? Was she doing something wrong? The stars had no answer for her, only their cold twinkling.
