Volk jolted awake, with his body drenched in heavy sweat.
His heart pounded in his chest, and his breathing was ragged as if he'd just fought a battle in his sleep.
His hand instinctively reached for his side, grasping at the blankets, his mind swirling with fragmented images of his dream.
The sense of impending doom that had washed over him moments ago still lingered like a shadow.
Next to him, Solluha'r stirred, her soft voice cutting through the thick fog in his mind. "Hmm? Volk, what's wrong?" Her hand gently traced the contours of his back, the touch soothing, though her voice carried concern.
Volk exhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm of thoughts.
"I had a bad dream... something bad is going to happen to the tribe."
His words came out slower than usual, heavy with a weight he couldn't quite explain.