It's about time!

Ray had been getting into just about every corner of trouble she could find. Of course, there was one angle/rule she hadn't yet crossed. Which said a lot – she had talked to strangers, crossed the pack border into rogue lands! Sneaked out the den at night, slipped the arms of her babysitters to escape into the Prairie. Really, there was very little she hadn't done yet.

Bothering the young wolf recuperating in a den on the Prairie was one of them. She had been told to leave the slightly older pup alone, he was tired all the time and needed to rest and heal and she was simply to boisterous, too loud and too active to go anywhere near him! Or so she had been told. Of course, rules where made to be broken, and it was well past time she sneaked in to find this mysterious wolf denning in her lands.

She knew very little about this wolf past his name, she knew he needed quiet and food and was keeping to himself, the less she knew the more her mind created stories. He was a mystery, he was mysterious and intriguing and she would not be kept from this puzzle a moment longer!

She crept up to the den and tossed her head back and forth, catching no hide or hair of anyone out there to stop here. Knowing she would be getting away with this she stopped her crouched pose, tossed her head up high and strolled right on in like she owned the place. “Mister Mortar? Mister Mortar, are you in here?” she asked as her blinking eyes began to adjust to the shadows.

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