Something was pulling her awake.
Closed eyelids flickered in half-sleep as Iopah's mind fought against the rousing. A disjointed growl was heard; a standard reaction for the wolf in question, but it didn't work against her own subconscious. She shifted in her sleep, twisting her body as though to get away from a sound. Her paws scuffed against the earth, beloved cedar needles caught up under the nails. The growl dwindled into a whine; a soft pleading for something to go away - to stop - but what?
Sleep was hard won these days. So much pressed down on her body and mind. Age had finally caught up to the woman, painting grays in a once ivory coat. And everywhere were reminders of her failings: near-strangers that lived amongst her and carried their heads above her's. A distant mate, a missing daughter. So much was wrong or gone now.
A pounding echoed, the beat reverberating in her mind alone. The woman's body tensed, ears pinned tightly, and she woke up suddenly to the sound of silence. Her golden eyes scoured the canopy, still disoriented and agitated. It must have (must have) been a bird. It couldn't have simply been the sound of her own heartbeat, could it?
Iopah rose to her feet, the pounding within, still spurring her on. This was wrong, it was no better awake. Everything was still so wrong.She could fix it, she could make at least one thing better. She could try.
With a loud burst of sound, Iopah drowned out the pounding. Her howl continued, rowdy and demanding, wordless save for one name. Surely @Eek would know what this meant.