Moonspear My Shangri-la, I can't forget

Rest was all she really needed, aside from her missing son. She dipped her head gratefully when Alaric offered to leave her alone. He said he would remain near the borders to await Sialuk’s return, the comment only really registering in full after he’d already moved back the way they’d come.

See you, she said quietly to herself.

With a groan, she eased down onto her belly. She felt a twinge of guilt for leading Alaric up this way under false pretenses, although Meerkat hadn’t known… or at least, genuinely hadn’t recollected until it was too late. But there wasn’t much time to dwell on it, as sleep was quick to claim the weary wolf.