A New Home

The she-wolf woke in the midst of an afternoon dew. Her fur was matted and rough and her eyes burned with their dryness. She attempted to stand in her groggy state but thought against it and fell back down. She wandered if she had overslept, and if she had, would there be a penalty? With a sigh she rolled onto her back and lolled and the sky. It was silent near the place Xi'Nuata had shown her, and that made her anxious. But this was new territory and leaving on her own could be a suicide attempt.