Breathe In, Breathe Out

Chrysanthos lightly dozed, stretched out on the red rocks while Bolla rustled around in the den, pulling items out of his pack and making the den a little homier. His coat blended in perfectly with the rocks, he appeared to be nothing more than an interesting stone himself. Bolla thought it might be good to get a little project together for Chrysanthos to work on. She pulled out a number of bones and sinew that they'd been saving to make a portable sundial. Perhaps now would be a good time to work on that. She'd just gotten everything together when a wolf head popped in the den and spoke. She screeched in surprise and dropped the items she'd been holding.

Outside the den Chrys stirred at his companion's startled yell. Golden eyes opened as he spied a familiar black and white form. Wait a minute… was this the girl he'd seen at the viking festival some time? The one he'd told about dog violet and elderberry? "Princess, is that you?"