There's No Place Like Home

Drifting on the currents of sleep, dreams floating up from the ether, Meadow’s realm of twilight is interrupted by a scratching near the door. Eyes quickly spring open but body is slower to respond as the small wolf stands sluggishly and stretches out the kinks. A yawn escapes as she quickly makes her way to the door and pushes through the furs. Owlish eyes blink wide at the sight of her sister and a giant smile appears. Chest puffs out a little in pride as she stands in the doorway of her new home.

Using her body to hold open the door, Meadow ushers her sibling inside while saying, “Resin! What do you think? Did I do a good job?” Truthfully the earthen hued wolf is more than a little proud of her accomplishment. With a huge smile, she follows her sister inside and indicates a bed of furs to rest on. She knows Resin has been busy with building, taking care of others and greeting new members. While Meadow is tired, she knows that her sister must be exhausted.

The furs she indicates are plush and provide extra cushioning for those with sore muscles. Moving to a bed across from the older wolf, Meadow asks, “How are you holding up? Is there anything I can do to help? How is your leg?” Worry taints the words and bleeds into her tone as she speaks. While Resin is older, Meadow has always needed to take care of others. That is why she became a healer. Looking over her sister, the worry for the other wolf is plain in her features.


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