Brenton's eyes were closed, himself in a deep sleep as he dreamed of finding her again. Who was he trying to find? He was trying to find the girl that went to Relic Lore, Jessie Swiftpaw. Who was like a sister to him. His sweet dream about finding her with a pack suddenly turned into a nightmare. No, no, no! Jessie, please don't die. He thought, his dream about finding Jessie, but just as he finally finds her, she is in a fight to the death with another wolf. Brenton tries to help, but to no avail. Just as he reaches her, she dies of a bite to the throat. Over stricken with grief.... Then he woke up from the horrors.
His eyes fluttered open, his fur bristling. "Just a nightmare, guess Hollow was rubbing off on me." He said, but then he remembered it had been a week since his last meal. He trudged himself up and he looked around, no wolves so far so he headed out; he scented the air in hopes of a vole to eat. He'd grown accustomed to there being a whistle in the wind as he'd been in the creepy forest for a while now. 'I whistle in the wind, hoping never to again, see your face. I whistle in the wind in hopes of finding her at last.' He thought, his thoughts on another planet practically after he could not catch a scent. He laid down, as if laid to waste. Where was Jessie?