The crow’s cawing broke through the gauzy film over Bee’s thoughts, drawing a groan of protest from her throat. Accompanying the cawing however, was a voice. A woman’s voice, unfamiliar and argumentative. It made her body coil, her eyebrows drawing together. Arguing hadn’t been familiar in their household, but she remembered her mother’s voice rising when her father revealed what he’d done. That had been the first time she’d heard a raised voice from the placid woman, and she wanted nothing more than to soothe this woman she didn’t know.

But everything was wrong. It wasn’t raining, the grasses under her felt different than the ones that had always touched her legs, and the air smelled..more. Like she had suddenly started to smell each and every wildflower separately. Bee blinked open her eyes, squinting against the sunlight as it poured over her. A drowsy warmth still clung to her body, wanting her to do nothing more than fall limp in sleep again. But everything was different. She was different, she considered as she stretched out her limbs in front of her. No wonder she was so dozy, this must have been a dream! The woman speaking was too a wolf, so it was undoubtedly quite the odd dream.

What were they arguing over?

I must say, this is the oddest dream I’ve ever had. She mused aloud, blinking wide eyed at the woman and crow arguing, then her surroundings.

Not unpleasant, though.