When she sleeps, she doesn't move--a skill refined over the nights she had to take shelter in trees and perfected after shifting in a dream and waking up when she hit the ground.

In the dreamscape, she is hunting but not here (home); it's some place she's never been. She has a companion, but cannot see him (her, it). She seeks, and finds nothing.

Even in dreams, part of her brain never quite shuts off, waiting for a signalsoundtouch to bring her back to wakefulness.