Now, this had to be a dream. There was no way it couldn’t. Finn was on his last strand of energy, running, hiding, scrambling around as this new world crumbled around itself. His eyes kept blinking slow, like he’d slip fall and sleep at any moment, so of course his dreams would come back to him then. And suddenly he’d seen something he never thought he’d see again (he wasn’t sure the first time was real yet). The wolf. Finn leaned against the trunk of a tree nearby, tired and in disbelief. Unsure of whether to try and wake up or let this dream continue.
It felt too real as he watched the werewolf from afar, pushing his curls from his face almost absentmindedly. He smelled exactly like he did all those months ago. Musk, warmth, some dirt, a hint of someone else’s blood. Maybe pine? His heartbeat was deep like a drum, and steady. Finn almost closed his eyes and slept to it then and there. But instead he dared to speak, “I-is tha’ you, wolf guy?” He didn’t remember his name - Finn didn’t remember many things. “Are you alone?” He even dared to walk towards him, keeping his eyes locked onto the other’s, looking through his eye lashes. “What’re you....doin’ here?” Suddenly the severity of the situation was lost on Finn.
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