Heron Lake Plateau shadow, my sweet shadow

If there were gods somewhere that looked out for the welfare of their lupine subjects, then perhaps they had smiled upon Raven the day she'd met Quixote. For she had never considered herself a very strong wolf, but what she lacked in strength of her own, Quixote seemed to make it up for her. Together, they were two halves of a much greater whole. The complimented one another's strengths and bolstered one another's weaknesses in such a seamlessly perfect way that there was no other explanation for it than that it had been divinely engineered. Or something. "Sure," she answered, leaning into him for support as she struggled back to her feet again. Together, they made their way slowly and haltingly back to their spot, where Raven went back to sleep under the watchful protection of her beloved.