Moonspear now make room

She felt a bit like a zombie, shuffling down the mountain with bloodshot eyes. As exhausted as she felt, that comparison made her smile as it crossed her mind. Then her face twisted into a grimace and she lurched to a halt when the pups kicked in a manner that could only be called violent.

When she could move again, Meerkat continued her weary shamble to the sick den at the foot of the mountain. As she approached the hollow tree overlooking the glen, she thought she heard a noise. With only one functioning ear, it was hard to tell over the sound of her heavy footsteps and even heavier breathing. She paused and held her breath.