It felt like sleeping, and then waking up from a bad dream. He could still hear it, roaring in his ears, filling his lungs. But the body beneath him was soft and warm, so he wasn't scared. Only, when he opened his eyes, the wolf staring back at him wasn't his mother.

He blinked, confused. She blinked back, equally confused. He could almost see the gears in her head turning, the slow realization widening her eyes, and he giggled, mirth crinkling his face. That seemed to startle her, because suddenly he was on the ground and she was outside and the rain was getting her wet. That wasn't good. He inched toward the edge of the nest to peer at her, keeping well away from the rain.