"It. The... thing. The Beast." She's dreaming, right? Shouldn't he know? But then again having another person in this kind of dream is new. She isn't convinced that it's going to help though.

"You cant, it--it always wins. And then I--" hurt people, she doesn't say. She just curls in on herself more and looks away.

In the distance, there's the sound of a scrape of claws against tree bark. Scratching. Sharpening. And then quiet but heavy footsteps.