Heron Lake Plateau but as for me and my house, we will serve the lord

The morning breeze carried birdsong throughout the territory. Blondine had stayed up throughout the night so that she might be able to hear it for herself from beginning to end, as opposed to regretfully catching only the grand finale. She sat beside a fast-running creek with one paw in to keep her awake; if not for the cold, she might have fallen asleep hours ago. 

Most of her packmates (if they hadn't already done so; it was taking Blondine a while to get used to their habits) would be rising soon, and she looked forward to having some company.