Aetheric Assistance

"I..." The teen hesitates, shivering in the cold night air. "I... I'll trust you," she finally answers. Some of the color seems to seep back into the dream with this, and the two watch as bushes part before them. From them emerges a lean red fox, her maw dripping with crimson. She eyes the duo with pupils the color of rust, studying them, assessing, before it stalks forward in long strides.

"Preyyyy," the fox growls. Her stomach rumbles and the stench of blood fills the air, cloying and copper. Those baleful eyes seem to bore straight into Jaahlyn, ignoring Anastasia entirely.