Sunset Valley marionberry

she wondered what kept them together.

was it the thread? she could not see it anymore; it seemed to only appear in her dreams, and not often now.

dreamer looked in to her, to the boys, and wilwarin shifted so that she could reach out to him with an invitation; except, she knew he wouldn't fit. so, she shuffled enough to touch noses and share his air.

mouthing, we will sleep, and then we will keep going. maybe dreamer's wolf will tell him of a path? maybe the thread will come again? but wilwarin did not know how it worked. she did not feel a connection to much here, not yet, perhaps not ever.