[she stands up, yips. he doesn't really need to be an owl.

the raven tilts his head.]

Oh, she'd beg your pardon, for she knows little of dreams. You should ask the wolf.

[she yips again, this time at the raven. he makes a laughing raven sound.]

You'd better follow her, then. It'll go faster if you fly.

[she will follow his scent back to wherever he sleeps, in life. he might be able to slip back into his waking body, there. wolves know little of doors.]