Wapun Meadow no rest for the weary

           Evien was pleased at the other boy simply trying to sleep, but it was becoming more and more apparent that this might be a more mental ailment than a physical one. The brown wolf stayed awake, listening to the other's breathing to gauge if he had actually fallen asleep or not. Light, uneven breaths - never fully asleep. It must be torturous to be stuck in a body that wouldn't let you rest. Not healthy in the slightest.

           His mother hadn't slept much toward the end of their family, he recalled vaguely. 

           It took a great deal of time before Evie decided to do something besides laying down in silence beside the fitfully sleeping Fields. It would help, perhaps, to have someone to lay beside, just for a little while. When things would get difficult back at home, this was what he would do with his grandfather. Perhaps it was concern and naivety working together that drove him to scoot just closer, to where the guard hairs on his flank would brush against Fields' own. An invitation, of sorts, if it would make him feel better.