It did not understand the dream. It found only irritation with the use of words, with the imagery It did not comprehend. It sort of was starting to put together what might be going as, as more images and sounds flashed before It, but in the end, all It knew was that It wanted this to end.

It did not understand the choice that was before It. It only moved forward through instinct. A desire to move forth and not stand still for long. Long black legs lead It through the second door, with the world changing before It. A thing It had experiencing walking through the shadow into Mythris.

There is a tree before It now, large and overpowering. There was a greatness to the tree that It could acknowledge, that the tree was a power being in itself. It looked up with harrowing red eyes, before focusing on everything around It.

Violence. So many others engaging with teeth, on things It had not encountered before. It feels Its hackles bristle and muscles tense. Eyes search for whoever is closest. Luckily, the closest thing was one of the wraiths. Without hesitation, the beast lunges forward and engages. Silently Its mouth parts, and It attacks relentlessly.