Stone Circle Noodles

Steady was curled up in his den, snoozing the day away. He hadn't been sleeping very well lately, and when he did, he was plagued with nightmares. Mostly of the missing Ezekiel and Niita. He couldn't fathom anything but death would keep them away, but then he didn't want to think them dead, either. It was as if he was caught in a spot in the middle, where his heart and head were in a war, and he was afraid to side with either.

A voice jolted him from his snoozing, and his head jerked up. Chaska. Steady had kept himself so busy doing pack duties, that he had neglected the relationship of his family. He shifted his body and crawled out of the den, shaking the dust and dirt off his coat. His tail wagged as he extended his muzzle in an effort to nudge Chaska's neck in greeting. Chaska, how are you? he asked, his voice a little muffled from sleep, but he was waking quickly.