You were a light sleeper. It used to be something unfortunate while living in the wilderness, always awoken by the sounds of the unknown outside your hut. But recently, it's been something you've grown to appreciate. Van had been getting nightmares. To be specific, nightmares of the wolves. It was something that haunted her day-to-day, and you knew that. You would do her hair every morning, and some days, she'd ask you to just keep it down. You knew that it was so she could cover the scarred skin, but you wouldn't point that out. Van was a pretty confident person, even with the scars. She's stronger than you would be, that's for sure. Though, that strong and playful front gets stripped away from her late at night, when her own mind decides to plague her with the wolves.

You woke up from the sound of panting, and the shuffling next to you. It didn't take a genius to know what had happened. Your eyes opened to see Van's back facing you, sitting up. You didn't say anything, you'd always let her speak first (if she felt like it, some nights she would choose silence). She felt your hand gently place itself on her back, making a soothing trail over her shirt and against her spine. Her head snapped back to look at you, eyes blown wide with fear. She shifted to face you a bit more, and decided she'd talk about it.

"It happened again."