Everyone was asleep when she shot up in her sleeping bag gasping for air with sweat clinging to her body. She put her hand to her heart as though she could still it's racing tempo.
Her eyes darted frantically until she spotted Shippo curled up next to Kilala, and nauseating relief had her springing from her sleeping bag to run as quietly as she could for the tree line.
Crashing on her hands knees a few yards away, she emptied her stomach of the stew they had for dinner.
Flashes of the dream she had raced behind her clenched eyes, and her stomach lurched over and over.