Random snippets of writing

What happened to Crystal that one time?

["Dusty? Is that you?"]

This time she woke up to the sounds of something or someone moving around through the crunchy hay that lined the wooden floor. She slowly blinked her eyes open, and as her vision began to become clear, she realized she was staring into the face of a red dog with one blue and one brown eye, staring down at her.

"D-dusty?"

A surprised expression painted the dogs' face.

"Oh, you're awake!" He told her, relieved.

"D-Dusty?" Crystal managed to ask again, confused and drowsy.

"Hey, Spot, look she's awake!" The young male told his friend, somewhere across the room.

"What was that?" The dog asked, confused.

"Are you Dusty?" Crystal blinked, then stood up, clearing the confusion from her head. Of course this wasn't her Australian Shepherd friend Dusty. He wasn't even the same gender. Or age. Then,
"What happened?"

"We found you on the floor nestled in the hay. You had a terrible fever, we were worried you might not make it."
Crystal pondered this for a moment, standing shakily onto her paws.

"Woah, take it easy there Lassie! You need rest!"

Crystal ignored the dogs comment. "Have you seen Dusty?"

A surprised expression formed on the dogs faces. The other one, named Spot answered. "How do you know our mother?"

"Mother? Oh, She's... An old friend of mine." Crystal observed the dogs. They seemed to be younger than even she was, just pups, and they held a few curious human things in their jaws, one a piece of cloth if some sort, the other she wasn't really sure what to make of. One had fuzzy, flopped over ears with multi-coloured eyes and a red coat, and the other, Spot was a cream colour spotted with brown dotted markings and green eyes. Spot padded out of the barn, calling for his mom, while the other one gazed at her questioningly.

"Are you a wolf?" He asked, tilting his head a little. "I'm Buddy by the way. My stepdad was a wolf."
Crystal was too dazed to reply, so she let Buddy chatter for a while while she waited. She pondered on the fact that these dogs-no-pups may have somehow saved her life. She tilted her head a little.
Had she seen this dog before? Of course not! He was born after Crystal had left for the first time. He'd only looked familiar because Dusty was his mother. Yet somehow she couldn't shake the odd feeling of familiarity.

"Crystal!" Dusty exclaimed as she strolled into the barn, her red-coloured pelt now tinged with a bit of grey, but wearing the same warm motherly expression she remembered on the kind dog. "Good to see you again! What brings you here? Is life in the pack well?"
Crystal was happy to see the one that had took her in after the death of her original pack, and nuzzled her joyfully, but frowned at her question.