NaNoWriMo Day 23 (Patreon)

     That night, Rune lacks visits from any sort of dreams. Faintly, she can hear a voice. It repeats itself time and time again but is too difficult for her to decipher. She strains enough to finally hear,     “Can you hear me?”     “Can you hear me, huma-” Before she can understand what was to come next, she's pulled from her sleep. She looks down to her paws and sees a silver ribbon embellished with bells. Looking around, she has no idea where it came from.