A wave of calm rushed over him as he heard Savvy's voice. His muscles relaxed and his breathing returned. He turned his head to face her, his eyes opening slowly. They were still in their wolf state, a blood shot, glowing blue. "What's a plank . . . ?" He asked a bit weakly, but with a classic smile. His strength normally wasn't affected by the change, but the cardiac arrest must've been more than he anticipated. His memories of the nightmares faded away, they were recurring nightmares, but they were like an ocean of doubt in his mind, ebbing at his awakening.<br/><br/>His stomach suddenly roared at him and he realized he hadn't eaten in days. He wouldn't tell Savvy this, or the stranger who he assumed help save him this, but he'd been in the woods now for two weeks cutting down good trees for fire wood. Preparing a winter collection of fire wood was a very important thing, he never trusted the electricity to do the job of keeping them warm right. He had cut down 10 trees and was working on the 11th when he was struck by lightning. His cache was to the west of the house, less than a quarter mile, but it would have to wait until the morning. He tired again to get up, this time with better success, but the roar of his hunger would not be silenced