Blacktail Deer Plateau Colorado calls to me

Rosalyn listened carefully and was a little surprised by what she heard.  Hm, she expelled with a small laugh, and smiled.  No, love, that isn't mean to say.  It's true.  She thought about it a moment, trying to choose the words to describe it.  She'd had so few homes, it was surprisingly difficult.

We have a family here.  You, me, your mother, Raleska.  And Aningan, he means well.  But a pack is only as strong as the community, and we have drifted.  I'm sorry for that.  She reached over and pressed her muzzle to Nieve's temple affectionately.  Have you made any friends?

Her siblings were gone now, and Rosalyn felt the ache of their absence, but doubtless for Nieve it was worse in a different way.  She'd grown surrounded by others her age and now they'd scattered while she remained, holding the remnants of their family together.  It was a lot of weight for a daughter to bear.