Swiftcurrent Creek out there

"Please," said Blue Ridge, eager for rest. "I'll be up for a hunt after a long nap. Call for me anytime."

He thanked Arric when he had been shown where he might lay his head and tried not to feel lonely as he watched the dark figure retreat.

He felt strange. The transient lifestyle was suddenly, irrevocably uncomfortable. He had done this so many times before — how was it possible for him to forget the steps? The rhythm, the groove? With his thoughts still swirling, he laid his head upon his paws and shut his eyes.

His dreams pounced like a tiger to drag him away.