Firefly Ravine Don't mess with what you don't know

The days had become monotous, mornings blending into nights, nights into mornings, with little to no structure. Or perhaps it was all in his head. Perhaps the wolf-dog had grown so cynical of life that the whole process had become meaningless to him. He had no family, no friends, and a pack that barely saw each other and that didn't really interact when they did. Waste of time.

So he was surprised--almost pleasantly so, though that honeyed emotion did not cut through his morose attitude quite enough--to see a wolf he believed to be Sadie sitting, staring blankly ahead of her. The spunky female looked bored, trapped in ennui, and he padded over to her, thinking he could give her at least a little bit of company, albeit not very great company.

"You're Sadie, right?" he asked without preamble when he approached, sitting down beside her. He lowered his big head in greeting. "Denali," he introduced himself, then fell silent, waiting impassively for her response.