Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

Poked by Tryphon, the girl obediently and sleepily raised herself to her paws. She stumbled in to him, leaning against his limb as they were herded elsewhere for rest. She could scarce keep her eyes open, and allowing a yawn to escape her, Allure would stumble after the small group of wolves and to a place of promised rest.

Once settled, the bi-toned pup would wedge her way completely inbetween her brothers, seeking their warmth and comfort like she had done during her days as a newborn – her exhaustion and upset had rendered her completely useless otherwise. Within moments, snores were escaping her, followed by a few whimpers.