Skid was drowning.

Long strands of seaweed clutched her limbs, throat and chest, dragging her down underwater to the depths of that body of water. She tried to fight it but the more she struggled the more they tightened and hurt. She screamed in pain letting bubbles escape her muzzle and rise towards the surface. She reached out to them with her hand, in vain, as they escaped her, leaving her only capable of following them with her panic-striken eyes.
And there, on the reflection of the surface, she noticed something strange. The Moon... it was broken. Tentacles were erupting from its insides, tearing it apart, the same tentacles that now she realised were the ones she had first mistaken for seaweed. But it was even stranger: although the tentacles moved in sync above and below the surface, her image was nowhere to be found on the opposite side of that natural mirror.
She struggled once more, but all resistance was futile. She slowly lost her strength, conceding to the tentacles which slowly and gracefully accompanied her limp body to rest on the bottom of her soon to be watery grave.
In those depths, shrill distorted laughs accompanied at last her defeat.
Her lungs were full with water, she couldn't breathe.

She couldn't breathe.

She woke up gasping, almost wheezing as she inhaled loudly as much air as she could. Her homid body jolted up from her slouched sleeping position on the shotgun seat of Uruk's uncle pickup truck.
"What in the hell?!" Yelled Uruk at the driver seat, startled. "Skid, you ok?"
She tried to calm herself down as she realized, by the two pair of wolf eyes staring at her, that she had also managed to wake up Little Griffon and Oocrha sleeping in the back.
"...yeah...y-yeah, I'm ok. I just had a nightmare."
"Phew, well..." the Get of Fenris continued. "...glad it was nothing serious. But man! You almost gave me a heart attack."
Uruk laughed managing to force a smile even on Skid's lips.
The Metis looked around, calmer. The two wolves had already returned to their sleep and the journey back to the Caern was still to last at least five hours or more.
"...mind if I keep you company?"
The Ahroun smiled gently and brought a hand towards the radio, changing the frequence, landing on a hardrock station.
"I don't mind at all."