Sun Mote Copse But when your load gets heavy, maybe call it a night

He made no response to her observations, as was his prerogative at such a young age. Wildfire managed a grin for him as he asked for food and attempted to smell her breath. He would find nothing interesting there; she hadn't managed even a single bite today. But, weary as she was, she would stop at nothing to provide for her pup.

"There should be a little something in a stockpile over here," she said, bending down to nose the fuzzy patch on top of her son's head, then motioning forward. She didn't begin walking yet, instead waiting to see if he would take point.