Patch

The spotted wolfdog lay on a torn mattress in his small room, obviously in a deep sleep. His paws twitched as his body slipped into the dreaming stages, his breathing light and not labored.

Desmon! What's happening? Patch screamed, rushing to his bleeding friend who lay unconcious from Torture and Torment's attack. The small ebony-and-ivory pup whimpered, prodding his friend in the side. You won't...you can't die!
More blood. It never seemed to end, pouring from Desmon's body like a torrent from a river. Patch yelped, trying to step back from it. This wasn't happening! It couldn't be. This exact battle, the one that they had lost Panic and Lasher in.
The light ebbed in Patch's eyes, but the limp bodies of Panic and Lasher, along with anonymous others, littered the floor. Patch panicked, seized by dismay and dismay alone. Then, his eyes fell upon Equiss's body. The brute felt agony pulse each fiber, and he gasped for air. No, this wasn't happening! Desmon wasn't dead, nor was Equiss! This wasn't true...besides, they were all adults now!
Why was this nightmare haunting him? The wolfdog stirred from his sleep, panting and gasping for air. Blue eyes searched the room, trying to figure out the shapes and figures around the place. That nightmare...what was going on. It was true Desmon had been hit hard when Torture (or Torment, I forgot) attacked him, and Panic and Lasher had both died. But why did his family lay dead around him? What was going on inside of Patch's head.

"Equiss?" The male called out into the unwelcoming darkness, shivering heavily.

Equiss & Others

Sprawled at the other end of the mattress, the lithe-bodied hybrid blinked groggily when her mate tussled in his sleep. It took another moment more before she woke up enough from her own dream and realized that Patch was suffering from a nightmare, which brought her to resting her head gently over his neck, "Shhh, Dear, I'm here." She whispered quietly, thankful that the darkness helped to hide the intimate concern over the dream that had shaken him so much. "Is everything alright?"

At the other side of the room, Desmon was laying full out on his side, with his brother curled up nearby and sleeping restfully through the dark hours. Scattered around him were some of his own offspring, and his cousin Pistol.

Patch

Patch shook, looking around widely with gasping breaths. Patch wasn't going to let some pessimistic nightmare get the best of him, but it still raked his nerves terribly. Patch looked at Equiss, noticing how scared he must've been. "I...I'm okay. It was just a nightmare...from when we were pups," Patch replied with the bravest tone he could muster. Seeing his friends dead wasn't a lovely matter, especially when it was during the time Patch had suffered greatly in loosing packmates. "I must be overreacting, Equiss."