Fenris remembers his first dream very well. No, not his first nightmare, but his first dream - as in, waking serenely in the morning, limbs heavy and lazy, mind relaxed without trouble, at least for a little while.
It happens before his escape from his master and the subsequent slaughter of the Fog Warriors, so its amiability is even more of a stark contrast to everything else in his remembered slavery. In a time of pain and misery and unknowingly allowing such things being done to him, the dream brought a sense of peace he had never known, and paved a way for hope to come to him - for him to know the very definition of it…
The dream is this:
He is running through a storm, hard winds streaming through white fur, mud splashing against his flanks. The very air is rumbling, spewing curses at the lightening that streaks across the dark clouds above, that strike the lands in fits of pique. As he runs on all four paws, tongue lolling out of his parted chops, he knows that he is chasing something, something that is small and fast and which flies quickly through the air.
And then he hears it, the first cry: that of a bird, a hawk. It is high above him, and his ears lift straight, head looking up with moss green eyes. There! He sees it! Brown and black feathers, golden talons, a twisting form swirling through sheets of rain. The hawk is swift as it maneuvers its way closer to the ground, closer to him. Fenris bays as he sprints, turning this way and that, his fur now glowing with a bright blue light as he shifts through the trees.
He skids to a stop at a clearing, panting, and the hawk swoops down at him, letting loose a song as its talons barely miss clipping him. But he knows that this bird would never hurt him, that it is a friend, or a rival; something so important to him, the reason for his freedom, for his existence now. His tail wags and his body is sopping wet, but Fenris ignores this once more, and lets the things he feels split from him in another howl. This is for you, only you! And this hawk answers him., another melody - just for him - singing for him as the thunder snarls at them, and Fenris (little wolf, little wolf) is happy in everything, as long as the other is with him.
Then he blinks elven eyes, and he breathes in an elven body, clenching long fingers into a fist, and he realizes that he is awake.
And he is alone.
But he is content, and he began to hope.