Luna is pretty good at remembering her dreams, especially while she's dreaming. This dream is stranger, though.

There's a fishy, salty smell. There's a sense of tightness, of claustrophobia, of panic? It's not a good feeling.

Then there's a human. It's probably a girl human? No, they're not quite like a human. More like a cat? Maybe a really big scary cat, in a human body?

They're saying something, but Luna isn't quite able to catch what, and this dream is a lot slipperier than her other dreams...

Luna wakes up.

She stretches against the warm sunlight, then catches a glimpse of her hand.

Oh! She has hands! She's still dreaming, then.

That's okay. She has really interesting dreams when she's shaped like a human!

There are trees here, but they're a lot bigger and weirder than the trees she was sleeping near.

That's okay. There are lots of interesting smells in the air. There are probably neat animals nearby!

Luna glances around the clearing. It's not quite as sunny here, and this breeze feels cool on her skin. It's not that unpleasant.

Some of the smells are a little territorial, though. Dogs, maybe? Big, scary dogs?

...maybe Luna will find something else to play with, besides the big scary dogs.

Luna scratches at a slight itch, and realises that there's something around her neck. A collar?

It's kind of annoying. Luna doesn't like it, and tries to remove it. It... doesn't come off?

Wait, that's not fair! Human hands should be able to take off a silly collar!

...actually, trying to take off the collar feels kind of unpleasant. Get it off, get it off! What if Luna just leaves the collar on, instead?

Yeah, that feels much better, actually! But it itches! Wearing this pretty collar is totally fine. Luna hates being collared! She'll just keep wearing the collar like a good girl.

This is fine. What? Why can't I? It's better not to think about the collar at all. Aaaaaah!

Luna decides to do something else instead.

There's a few smells that aren't animal-smells. That's a smoke-smell. Maybe a human-smell?

Luna drops to all fours and dashes through the woods, her previous concerns fading into the joy of speed. She runs, in great leaping bounds.

Before long, she finds... the remnants of a camp? It looks like there was a... tent? Yes, that's the word. There was a tent, and now there's a bunch of torn cloth that used to be a tent.

There's also that fishy salty smell, and some of the cloth is all sticky.

Oh, and there's a bag on the ground, inside the ex-tent. Even better, there's a food smell coming from the bag!

There's a lot of stuff in the bag, actually.

But one of those things is a basket, and the basket has a tasty meaty smell, and inside the basket is a string of sausages! Yay! Food!

It's a little tough, but it's still quite nice. This might be a good day, after all!

In a nearby tree, there's a soft moan and a slight squelching sound, but Luna's way more interested in the sausage than in the trees.

When she's done eating, she puts the basket in the bag, and the bag over her back, and bounds off, looking for the next interesting thing!