Apparently Faith had fallen into a nearby brook and then slowly dragged her near frozen body home across miles of snow-drifts. Luckily by crawling into bed, engulfing and leeching away all of my heat, she was able to pull herself from the grips of hypothermia or worse. I think that is what happened. I remember falling asleep, waking to a few horrible moments of utter panicky coldness, followed by engulfing blackness and nothingness.
Cold induced shock, I suspect.
Some hours later after regaining consciousness long enough to fall asleep I woke to the most horrible of sounds. Falling in the stream Faith must have also attracted the attention of a pack of Wolves. They had followed her scent home, chewed off the locks, encircled the bed, and were letting loose with a final howl of bloodlust before the kill. That or Zeke was having the strangest vocal dream ever. The bedroom was filled with the low, neck-hair raising wail of the beast. There is really no description for it. Dog's don't make these kinds of sounds. I ran a tentative hand over to Zeke's corner of the bed, where he was zonked and oblivious.
I'm pretty sure I don't want to know about Zeke's dream.
p.s. none of this was a dream, at least I don't think so, just my explanation for a weird night's sleep
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