Whitefish River the road goes ever on

Sure, I'll post my last one.

Laika nodded, holding back a small yawn. They had been traveling most of the day to get here, and she knew they would not stop here. She bid her goodnights to Shreya and padded over to find an untaken spot. Eventually, the pale wolf found a patch of moss within the reeds, slightly sheltered by the overhang of a bush. She flattened the reeds a bit before settling down with her head on her paws. She closed her blue eyes, trying her best to drift into a soft slumber.