Silver Creek Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

Skylaris was woken by a high-pitched squeak, no doubt her son. He was beginning to grow more and more active, which was both good and bad. Good as in, he was becoming more and more independent rather quickly, but bad as in she had to keep an eye on him constantly, which meant no sleep for Sky. She loved him, of course, but having to wake from her very short naps every few minutes was certainly not much fun.

"Solly, c'mon, come back here," she called to him quietly, stretching her legs as she shuffled her way forward. Leaning her head, the silver wolfess pulled the boy toward her so that he lay on her paws. With a sigh, she began grooming his neck.