The cool springtime drafts ruffled Dreamer's feathers delightfully as she swooped up ahead enjoying the sunlight dancing over her brown and white feathers. Sharp blue eyes gazed down at the world of wreckage below. Yes, Dreamer was a Siberian husky but right now she looked nothing of the sort. Now she appeared as an albino falcon. Her feathers were sleek and white with brown spots that grew larger as they cascaded down her body until it ended in a brown tail and wing tips. Now as she coasted over the gas station, Dream banked and circled. She was debating on landing for a bit to rest up in her dog form.

Soberian members always joked that their Shaman was half bird and birdbrained. They were half right. Dreamer had a tendency to be found on rooftops or other high places and often flew about in her bird forms, either as an albino falcon or a barn owl. Dream was said to be rather birdbrained at times, always with a dreamy gaze and a stare looking off into the distance.

Deciding to land, Dreamer dropped down into the roof of the building. When she hit the ground however, it wasn't a falcon's talons on the concrete but four dog paws. Dreamer shone ivory in the sunlight, sky blue orbs gazing down at the forgotten concrete lot below. There wouldn't be any herbs here that was for sure but perhaps a place to rest a bit? Dreamer yawned and bunched her muscles before leaping off the edge of the roof. She landed with the soft clicking claws on the concrete below, in front of the doors and gazing out at the forgotten gas pumps.

Looking around, Dream stretched, flexing her shoulders so the muscles could get used to no longer having wings attached. Dreamer sat back on her haunches in the sunlight, gazing up at the clear sky until the sound of a shuffling creature made her look up. "Hello?"

Dreamer's icy blue gaze fell upon the dog as she presented herself as Arrow. Dream smiled pleasantly and wagged her curled husky tail as she padded toward the other. She didn't miss the sensation of tension and a faint flickering of fear. Dreamer was a gifted Shaman and dreams were where she walked. Her visions were usually unclear, bloodshed and terror but sometimes there was a little clue that told her what to do or who was fighting who. That was why Dreamer had become a Shaman apprentice in the first place after being found by the Soberians with no memory. Dreamer had a sensitivity to sleep and those that dreamed vividly.

The white she-dog smiled reassuringly to her, hoping she'd be able to tell Dreamer meant not harm to her. "My name is Dreamer" she barked, dipping her head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you Arrow." The white femmora sat back on her haunches a respectful distance from Arrow, gazing up at the clear blue sky overhead with an almost wistful expression. "Lovely day isn't it? Beautiful skies." Dreamer sighed wistfully and looked back at Arrow. "One shouldn't be wasting time sleeping when there is so much more that could be done."

Of course Dreamer didn't want to make it sound like she was scolding the other, simply trying to distract her from whatever sleeping vision had frightened her. That was Dream's typical tactic, distraction. It helped relax those she treated and it tended to work most of the time. She always tried to keep the best intentions in her mind when it came to others, regardless of their pack. So long as they weren't demons or hellhounds she was fine with just about anyone.

"It's good to have a balance" Dream barked, "work and play. Sadly I slack a little more then I should" Dreamer admitted, flicking her ears and looking ashamed though the expression was somewhat amusing on the white husky. "But no one will notice if I'm gone a little longer" Dream barked, brightening up a bit and wagging her tail lazily.

Of course Dreamer was well aware there wasn't much to explore in a gas station but who said they were limited? With no humans the city literally belonged to the dogs. Within reason they could roam wherever they wanted. Dreamer could take to the skies easily where no one but other bird-morphers would get her. Her new found companion, Arrow, was probably a land bound creature. Dream felt a little bad for her. In her mind, all dogs should have at least one bird form. There was nothing in the world quite like taking flight and feeling the wind under your wings and feeling like nothing could take you down. It was a wonderful thing in Dream's mind.

Rising to her paws, Dreamer stretched and whisked her tail up so it curled elegantly over her back where it wagged lazily from side to side. A rather goofy smile colored Dreamer's maw as she looked over at Arrow with her baby blue orbs. "How about it? Care to explore?"

Dreamer smiled a little at the fae's enthusiasm at the idea of doing something other then lounging around in the sun though that was tempting. Really she probably shouldn't be spending the day with a stranger she didn't know but of course, Dream had always been a little outside the box on a lot of things. With her, you either loved her or you hated her. Some dogs thought she was annoying but nobody could deny she was good at what she did, which of course, since no one had yet asked she wouldn't tell. "Alright then" Dreamer barked brightly, wagging her tail and looking at Arrow with her slightly goofy smile. "Let's see if the humans just closed it up or locked it up."

Rising to her paws, Dreamer padded toward the door to the gas station store where humans had once bought junk food, sodas and other rather useless things while traveling in their smelly cars. Of course, no one had to worry about that anymore. The city had gone to the dogs, in quite a literal sense. Reaching the doors, Dreamer looked up at the handles of the doors and was surprised at how easy it would be to get in. All that barred their path was bright yellow caution tape with CAUTION in big bold letters on it. The tape was wrapped in a figure eight through the handles. Sure, that would keep humans out and most normal dogs but Dream, and other dogs, were far from normal.

"Just a second love and this'll be out of the way" Dreamer barked brightly.

Bunching her muscles, Dreamer leapt up in the air. Her limbs tucked in and her bones shifted, changing length, density and shape. Her body compressed and her muzzle shortened and sharpened. Her hind legs changed to taloned feet and her front legs formed wings. White feathers replaced white fur and brown dappled its way down her back and wings. Blue eyes turned brown and her vision sharpened to wonderful clarity and where Dreamer had stood hovered an albino falcon.

Flaring her wings, Dreamer flew up a few feet and circled twice before diving down. Pulling her wings back, Dream extended her knife-like talons and sliced through the caution tape before turning with a falcon's screech and landing smoothly on the lip of an old trash can outside the station. Folding her wings, Dreamer waited for Arrow to move ahead first, watching her with a falcon's sharp brown eyes.

Dreamer watched with interest as Arrow's shape changed. This change wasn't as dramatic as Dream's had been, she didn't sprout wings or feathers but instead became more feline and her fur paled and thickened. When the other she-dog hesitated to go into the gas station, Dreamer spread her brown-dappled wings and lifted off, coasting through the doors. Swooping up toward the ceiling, Dreamer circled. All in all the place was dark, rather small and very much a mess. With her keen hawk eyes Dreamer could see just how much of a mess. Rats and mice had taken to living in this place and for half a second Dream contemplated hunting only to scold herself mentally. Why settle for rats when there were other, better things to hunt? Not to mention the diseases those things carried. The thought made her cringe.

Hearing Arrow's words about the mess, Dreamer laughed and angled her wings, coasting down to the snow leopard. "Actually I find it quite funny" Dream commented lightly, lighting down on a rack that had once held sunglasses. "Not much to explore in here though unless you're up for a rat hunting contest." Preening her chest feathers with her sharp beak, Dreamer shifted her wings a bit. Looking over at Arrow, Dreamer sighed mentally. This dog was obviously uncomfortable here. Why? Dreamer wasn't sure. Obviously not many dogs had come in here so perhaps it was bad memories from being around this place? Dreamer sometimes dreamed that she was falling, then gliding, surrounded by the smell of blood and bone until she hit something hard and the dream ended. Perhaps being near this place was a memory trigger for her?