Phantasmagoria: I suddenly leaped up and started running around, gleeful to kill my invisible opponent. I look back at the upturned ground and in my eyes the tufts of fur, dribbles of blood, and my opponents silver fur. I turn my back and look forward, dodging obstacles with record speed.
Nightmare: I stalk away, eyes low and senses alert. I drop by home and walk to my den, a fire in me was dying and it was my most important one. I let myself settle down in the dark cold chamber and decide to take a nice little nap. I poke my head through the lichen opening of my cave, making one last check up in my domain before going to sleep.








