Arrow Lake I like my coffee like I like my nights: dark, endless and impossible to sleep through

their little world was unraveling, opening up and spilling with each day further and further into the packlands. the borders of their world were pliable, and she tested them oft, but her mother was cautious enough as to keep her well in her place should she be stricken suddenly with wanderlust. much like her brother, she spent her time investigation every corner of their range, until her most recent investigation proved boring. the sound of her brother's interest stole away her concentration, and she hastily closed the distance between them. he was sitting, and looking at nothing save the empty sky, and on a whim she gave her fiercest battle cry and attempt then to snap at his muzzle.