Sleepy Fox Hollow the wonder that keeps the stars apart

Sif's mental picture of her new life continued to improve, expand, and clarify with each new conversation she had. It seemed almost too good to be true for the young shewolf, but Sif found herself willing to believe.

"Okay," she said softly, feeling proud and bashful all at once.

She giggled at his concern over pups, and quickly began leading the male back toward the center of the territory. The whitebark pines soon loomed ahead of them - they were moving at a faster pace as Sif's excitement mounted once more. 

"Refurhol," she chirped, presenting him with the narrow hole in the roots of the trees. It wasn't too impressive yet, but - "Make bigger?" she suggested, kicking some dirt away from the entrance. Doubt began to fill her chest. They had a big family, and not everyone would fit into this old fox den. "We will fine better," she said quickly, hoping to cover up her shame.