Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

She beckoned him. And led him to a small cave nestled in dwarf pines. This offered shelter, some warmth, and a dry place to sleep. He poked his head inside, roomy enough. But he couldn’t help but whisper to himself: “My own place.” He looked back to Dwin, who had told him when he ever needed a break from exploring, he could come back here. A home to come back to, he felt much gratitude to the young lady. “I’d love that. Thank you again, so much. I feel like my life is starting to come together.”

Although when she mentioned fresh blood, he blushed, but she realized her wording of the sentence, and told him “not literally.” He didn’t mind, in fact, someday he hoped to live a full life, doing all one could do.

Her last words almost sound like an invitation to join their pack. “I’ll definitely consider.” “What is the name of your pack?” He asked.