It was very much not a dream.
Hirundo jerked his face out of the snow with a yelp. At once, he flung himself on the ground in a blind panic, paws covering his face.
Don't eat me! I'm sorry!
His heart thudded with a panic half-forgotten. Fire, smoke, raised voices—but there was only the cold crisp scent of snow. And wet dog. Dog? He warily lifted one paw to get a peek.


