Whitefish River hey, it's a (pizza) party and you're invited

"What kind of fun?"

Eshe had been trying to rouse herself from a nap when she gathered the telltale signs that another packmate was nearby. She'd been up far too late the night before, watching the stars sparkling between the clouds and flakes of snow that glittered to the ground, wondering about her brother and all the rest of her family. It had been a restless sleep once it had come, and thus a nap had been in order.

When she'd noticed she wasn't along in the area, she'd dragged herself out of sleep with a yawn and stood. She heard him speaking before she saw him and, intrigued, had decided to play the role of the world and give him an answer. She spotted him as the word fun left her lips, and she paused to cant her head, wondering if he'd turn around and spot her or if she would be given the opportunity to continue her ruse.