Two Rivers Isle Just for a minute, the silver forked sky

Ulrich had woken up before her. Though she had felt him leave, she hadn't gotten up. She had been too comfortable. All too soon though, she missed his warmth and the heavy presence of him nearby so she had left the den.

Brown eyes had stared in awe as the fog colored the hilltops they stayed upon. It was like shadows and smoke. It played with her eyes. The thick soupy stuff was all around her. It felt her fur feeling denser, and thicker, heavy. As the droplets of water from deep in the recesses of the grayness fell upon her and pressed harder and harder.

She heard the howl, but she couldn't pinpoint his exactly location. The Fog making everything echo and distort. So slowly, carefully she picked her way through their home. Nose to the ground. The problem was Ully was everywhere, his smell was everywhere. She tried to find the newest scent and she followed it. Only to bump right into her husband's side as she was too busy sniffing him out to look for him too.

Oh! She giggled Good Morning my love.