Bearclaw Valley Friday Night I Crashed Your Party

She snapped out of her focused stare when she heard pawsteps approaching. Even in the darkness, he was unmistakable and she smiled as he approached, watching him over her shoulder. Her tail lifted slightly at his touch, swinging to bat him on the shoulder and again his hip as he drew level with her. 

She knew that this wasn't what he had expected their life to be- it wasn't what she had expected, either. And yet, a little cluster of wolves tucked away in a beautiful valley was still preferable to whatever it was that they'd left behind. She wondered on and on how their departure had been received, but tried to push those questions to the fringe of her periphery; the rise didn't matter anymore. 

Her brow raised. "Oh, right," She said, feigning surprise. "Dunno how that thlipped my mind," She said in jest. Between the potential of an impending civil war, a one-on-one fight with the former leader and the guilt that came with abandoning it all, their plans of freedom had been overshadowed. Now, having children to tend to, they found themselves tethered once again and yet she didn't mind it. She toyed with the fur near the bearclaw hanging in his fur. "It kinda maketh me more ecthited to have kidth of our own, though," She said optimistically.