Hideaway Strath I still press your letters to my lips.

He stumbled, but she was right there to support him. Sundance leaned against her offered shoulder, pressed his cheek to the raven fur there, and let himself briefly pretend that her gentle warmth was that of Seabreeze's embrace.

His body craved rest, and so despite the awkwardness of being escorted to a hollow to meet more new faces and the anxiety that came with being in a strange place, Sundance promptly slipped into a much-needed slumber.