Otter Creek Falling to pieces

"Sounds good," said Saēna. Although she wanted to insist that Junior come back with her, she understood the call of the road. She'd only been gone a month, maybe even less, but she already found that her paws itched to travel at times. Such was the life of a juvenile wolf torn between the comfort of home and the power of independence.

Junior settled down and though Saēna remained awake to stew in her renewed distress over what had become of her family, she said nothing to rouse the other. The sounds Junior made in her sleep reminded the juvenile of the rendezvous den back home, before everything had gone to hell, and that brought her some comfort. Eventually she did doze off into a fitful sleep with her thin snout slung over her left foreleg and her bushy tail tucked up alongside her, the tip lightly brushing her nose.