Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

The nice thing about exercise was that even for fully grown wolves, it was tiring. For a tiny tyke like Alyx, it was positively exhausting. Her midair galloping didn't last nearly as long as it felt like it did, maybe thirty seconds at best, during which Niamh narrated the imaginary race that was also probably occurring inside Alyx's little brain. Except it was less of a race and more of a pop star dancing competition, but same difference, really.

A huge yawn spliced her itty bitty mouth as her legs began to slow to a crawl. Within seconds she'd already dozed off, limbs still halfway suspended, only to drift into the down of her belly fur with a twitch here and there as dreamland carried her fully into that realm of dance offs.