***Lisa's POV***
I tilted my head back at the overcast sky—no sun, just countless lazy, fluffy snowflakes drifting down to join the sparkling white below. Rolling hills encircled us, and as far as the eye could see there was only snow and pine trees bowed under its weight.
“This is gorgeous!” Raven exclaimed, tilting her muzzle skyward and snapping at the falling flakes.
Even in a dream, it was bone-chilling, so I summoned something warm to wear: thick Viking-style furs and hides dyed a deep royal blue. I pulled my hood up, watching Raven bound through drifts that reached her chest, utterly ecstatic.
We’d trudged along for a few minutes when suddenly something tore through the snow toward us at full tilt.
“What on earth is that?” I squinted into the blizzard.
“Make waaaay for the sn
