Sun Mote Copse these small hours

Feeling no inclination to leave the warm comfort of the den, Nyssa's slate sides heaved in a deep breath of contentment. Her eyes trained on the loving image of Njord and his beautiful daughter, Otter. She was growing quickly already. In her minds eye, she played out various scenarios of how she would fill out as she matured.

No doubt, with her parents lovely looks and personalities to match, she would be a flourishing pup.

Before she knew what had hit her, Nyssa was at the brink of sleep. Shifted, curled up so her head lay closer to the pair. A soft dark ear within easy gumming reach. Surrounded by the scent of new life, puppy breath and a trusted pack mate, she swept away into a pleasant doze.