Sleepy Fox Hollow Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold.

His words did little to ease the anxiety she felt. It settled uncomfortably in her gut where it was sure to fester for the foreseeable future, filling her mind with fear and uncertainty.

When at last she lifted her vivid eyas to seek the General's dark features once more, she dipped her muzzle respectfully in his direction. "Thank you," she murmured half-heartedly, thinking back on how her dampened mood had lead them into a lover's embrace on their last private encounter. It was not something she wished to repeat.

The tawny she-wolf turned awat from him them, spurred by a fresh desire to be alone to wallow in her newfound misery.