Heron Lake Plateau Staring at the great wide open

Sorry for the hold-up, guys!

She grinned and chuckled at Colt's comment, thinking in that moment of how much he reminded her of Quixote (who was forever foiled in his attempts to catch birds). "Ohhh yeah," she answered, nodding for emphasis. "Those kiddos are a handful, so I take every break I can get." She loved them, of course, but the four of them were sometimes a lot to handle. She was thankful she had several willing sitters and a very involved, doting father to take over for her when she needed a breather. On the subject of Quixote, she thought of asking Colt about the rift that had developed between the two of them...but then Svalinn showed up.

She hadn't seen much of the butter-colored boy since she had accepted him and his caretakers into the pack. She'd been busy with her own pups, but she had asked that fresh meat be taken to Caiaphas & Co. whenever it was available and, from the generally healthier appearance of the boy, it appeared that they were all doing well and recovering from their travels. She wagged her tail and turned a smile to him as he approached. "Well hey there, kiddo!" she greeted him brightly.