Her dreams were vivid, images of deep, dark waters roiling beneath her kicking limbs as frothy peaks crashed overhead, helpless against the current pulling her out to sea. Something smooth, sleek under her feet lifting her, as three giant, black teeth split the churning surface of the water before her.
Spieden's stomach made an uncomfortable flip and she gasped, amber eyes flashing open as she stumbled forth in the darkness of the den, not even fully awake yet. The walls were suffocating her like the crest of a wave, light, air, space, she needed it all and could not get it fast enough. She gasped with tongue hanging haphazardly from her mouth as she made a mad dash out the entrance of the communal den, praying she would not step on anyone but unable to take the time to ensure she didn't. She broke free into the clearing of the great oak, her legs splayed wide as she retched unproductively into the snow.
Sick. She was just sick. That's what it was. These illnesses came and went, and with her diet a little indigestion wasn't uncommon. It all made sense, as long as she ignored the musky scent that that left her with a sinking feeling. She could ignore it, it was just like last year when the hormonal rush of the season and proximity to Nayeli had her body confused. She just needed some cold water would help sooth her stomach, and with the first glints of pale sunlight reaching into the still star-specked sky it was about time to be up anyways.
Her stomach still quivered as she quietly snuck away from the den, occasionally leaning her shoulder against a tree trunk as her stomach made its attempts at escape.