Redhawk Caldera It's a good day in the sun

Sometimes, late at night, Shenanigans thought of her parents and brother, and found herself missing them desperately. On rare occasions, she even cried herself to sleep. She dreamed of them nearly every night, though she never quite remembered them the next day.

And during daylight hours, there was so much to see and do in her new home, they rarely crossed her mind. When they did, they began to blur, fade and fray at the edges. She could no longer recall the color of @Waxwing’s eyes or remember whether @Aditya or @Tytonidae was the larger of the two…

“Were you part of a pack? One with a name?” Shenanigans looked up from the game and grinned at Maia, bounding over to her. She absolutely adored the mild-mannered she-wolf and her mate, not to mention their gaggle of super fun kids! She rubbed up against the woman’s leg, then took a seat, beaming up at her.

No! she replied cheerily, which was true enough, even if she didn’t really understand the question. Is a pack a bunch’a wolves? Shenigans guessed, raising a paw to smush thoughtfully at her own cheek before repeating, Nope! Hopefully Maia followed that.