Firefly Glen time well met,

The mountain wolf was bound in a ball in a bed of fallen leaves, nose tucked under a hind leg with her tail wrapped around. Silvern eyes were softly shut but her left ear was alert. Deep sleep had been a rare occurrence of late. 

Movement made her ear twitched, and then a soft nudge followed. Eyes opened, half-lidded. She heard the words uttered, and then remembered the pack he had mentioned. 

Cole howled, Arnarkla sat up stiffly. Her body shook slightly as she flexed the muscles of her legs, back, and then neck in a subdued stretch. 

Her gaze turned eastward, where the sun would be rising. Already, the highest spires of the mountains were alight like torches. That was always the best place to watch the sunrise, she thought, from the mountains. A soft sigh escaped, a cloud of vapor from her nose that faded quickly. 

She smacked her lips, and then asked: What are they called, again? Bear-something.