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Her gentle waking doesn't ward off the dream vision, awaking with a snap of his eyes and worry already filling them. It was a sad sight to see. All Dalmatia wanted for both of them was peace, even if just for an hour of the morning. Curses be damned... Yet life was not so simple. It was only because they were together that Dal could even stomach the world as it was now.

Yes, my Glacier, I did... Right now, more than ever, she needed her sturdy ice-man to hold her spirits and hopes up. As much as she wants to curl back beside him, settle into bed, the intruding wind was a clear sign that something was wrong. Something that would keep them awake even if they tried to go back to bed. She shivered slightly, going for the corner of the den where her stash of herbs and other oddities was. She slipped the well-worn pelt over her shoulders to provide some warmth.

Perwinkle eyes flash outward, and to her soon-to-be husband, whose usual stone face is creased with worry. I... I think so too. She whispered, as much as she didn't want to worry the pack even further — once they all woke, they would see the truth too. As he made his way back to her, her eyes did not leave the flustered winds outside, snow being pulled every which way. Neither do I... But all we can do right now is warn the others... And get a plan in place. She tried to channel her inner Aurelia, staying strong even as she shook.