Sunset Valley marionberry

a brushfall, old enough to be scabbed with moss, provided an entrance. wolf dreamer inspected this carefully and when it was clear the space was uninhabited, he motioned wilwarin closer.

the den was small, room enough for her and the boys only. padded with the still-crackling leaves of last autumn, it would quickly warm.

"i'm going to hunt. i'll be back," the dreamer said softly, though he doubted his ability to provide.