The Sunspire what will become of these gestures that we make

Rather than returning to her usual sleeping quarters, Wraen had decided to rest not too far from the dens, where the pack's matriarchs resided. Not that they lacked protection - being as far away from the borders as possible - but more or less, because she was very tired. 

It did not take long for her to fall asleep, but she was awoken by the shrill sound of birds after - what seemed to her about 5 minutes later. "Geez," she groaned, blinking sleep away from her eyes and lifting her head to look at the feathered beasts in an accusing manner. Did they really have no manners?

She then - quite by an accident - looked to the side and caught sight of a white puppy that too had been woken and drawn outside by the bird voices. "Hi!" Wraen greeted the little thing as a friend and approached her carefully. "Nasty buggers, aren't they?" she asked, flopping down on her belly at a distance that gave the puppy enough space, in case she did not want to have an unknown adult so close to her.