She did not like these dreams.

She was younger when the first dreams came, and they were simply scary things she did not really understand. This time, things made more sense…well, sorta. At least there was a definitive direction to go. One might think little Eilidh would simply be terrified, and well, she sorta was, but these dreams were a part of life to her. She had not known the world any other way. She had not lived in distant lands, brought here by the magic of the island. She was born here. This is all she knows.

Eilidh did not know how to find these runes. They just…appeared? She whined outside the den, pawing the dirt every now and then, a frown on her face. Then her ears tickled. It was the beautiful voice of her sister. Eilidh whined, ears perking a bit. She circled three times, mumbling to herself. Does she go? Does she stay? The dream…it said they needed to find the runes. At least she could look with her siblings. Shaking slightly, she finally breaks the heaviness of her paws and moved forward.

It took her perhaps a bit longer to get there. She would keep her body low to the ground, as if she was a snake amongst the grass. Such a way of walking all the time likely would hurt to others, and it did hurt her at times, but she was growing used to such a constant stance. At times, she would pause for noises, pause for birds especially, but luckily few crossed her path.

She comes to her siblings, and quickly runs to them, her white and brown form clinging to her sister. ”Sister, w-w-whatever shall we d-do?” she whined softly, grey eyes looking up to her with concern, flicking to her brother having missed his struggle just moments ago. She licked her nose at him in greeting.