Noctisardor Bypass Soft blue skies, helium balloons float up, away

Like a hairless wolf with flat, useless legs, she said. It was a cop-out answer. She was about ready to excuse herself to somewhere quieter for a nap, but when she made to shift, she realized Heda's weight pressed into her and looked down to find the girl asleep.

Wylla's features softened slightly. Sequoia was probably doing an okay job as a mother to Praimfaya's abandoned kids, but nothing would ever replace their actual mother. She relaxed back into place and gently tucked her legs in, curving to drape her muzzle protectively over the sleeping pup. She supposed this place was as fine as any other for a nap, and drifted off into her own dreams of sharks on the shoreline.