A shadow passed over the den. She blinked in the sudden change of light, ears flicking back as the dark face of a puppy materialized at the entrance. Was everything alright? I... think so? There was a feeling. In her chest. An odd one, she couldn't quite place it, but it was fading even as she focused on it. I thought I... Never mind. She shook her head. No, it was stupid. There was no one here but her. And... Tove? She supposed? But the voice she had heard was... It sounded like...

It wasn't her.

She stood, shakily, her limbs protesting their sudden use. The den felt stifling, all of a sudden, with a heart-shaped face blocking her only exit. She made no attempt to push or otherwise slip pass to freedom. She merely stood, meek, waiting, for the pup to move of her own accord. I'm okay, she said, decidedly, her tail giving a single swish of reassurance that in no way reflected on her face.

Because someone knew about her. Her visions... or, memories, or whatever. The secret that was never supposed to get out.

Someone knew.