Lile woke slowly. Her body felt so heavy, her mind so sluggish and dazed, it was like waking up from death itself. She recalled a strange dream, and as she lay with her eyes still closed she began frantically searching for it. Why did dreams have to disintegrate and disappear so quickly? She would prefer to remember even the strange or frightening ones as dreams were experiences and losing them felt a great shame.
Of this dream, she remembered only that there had been another woman with her, though she could not recollect her appearance, and they had been in a strange place, though she could not remember what made it strange, and there had been a wolf, or two, or three. Lile's chest tightened and her heart began to race as the strange befuddled dream vanished and was replaced by a memory
