Lake Rodney Where does a mind like yours wonder

Her time spent with the young wolf had been relatively short, but Damsel had managed to see the value in it. Conversation had been casual, sharing small details of their rather different lives, but it wasn't what they talked about so much as the strange relief it brought her. She had spent so many months acting cold and untrusting to the wolves who resided in these lands and it had only left her lonely and borderline depressed; learning that one could be as civil as herself gave Damsel room to believe that others were the same way. She was still cautious, but the need to intimidate and play the unspeaking beast had left her.

She still missed her children, still wished her home was whole, but lazing next to a lake she felt that her heart could beat a bit slower for the first time since Barley left her side. She did wonder where he had gone, if they would ever have their fuzzy halfbreeds like they planned. Maybe that didn't matter now. Opening her mouth for a long yawn, the hound rested her head on her paws; there were no more plans, so what was next?