I had a dream. The forest seemed frozen. Silently still and deathly cold. I found you, bathing in your own blood. Tiny rivers of it flowed away from your broken body. No breath moved your chest. My paw found no pulse, and my tears found your cheek. I held you. Still warm. I held you. My own heartbeat was all I heard. I writhed with sorrow and rage, but I was powerless. Alone. I howled then for you my love, and I watched as the red flowers grew from the rivers of blood that flowed away from your broken body.