Because that's what I'm supposed to do, silly

Winter had found Verse in her den and informed Shaye at some point in the night, Motif had heard the exchange, and after her own excitement had died down, the young girl would make her way to the quiet of Verse’s den. She needed a break from the rushing around of the wolves, of her mother fussing over her. Her burnt feed still stung, along with the singed spots in her fur and tail.

Happy to escape it all, the young girl crawled into the den and looked at Verse, who was smoke free and healthy in a way that most of the wolves in Abaven where not. “Hey, can I sleep with you for a little while?” she asked sleepily, blinking dual-toned eyes at the other girl, which were clearly leaden and struggling to stay open.