Wild Berry Meadow Grazing pelts we all once wore

A good spot. Berries grow, water is close. It is prosperous.

She decides that she will wait here for Barley and the other's. Lifting her head, she let's out a long bark-howl to alert them of her position.

Settling down into a sit, the dog let's out a long yawn. It has been a long day; she deserves a rest, but her mind will not settle. There is too much to think about, too much to suspect.

Ears are perked, listening to surrounding sounds. She feels that she is not alone.