See the fire in your eyes

Sedna’s face still ached, but at least it didn’t look like she would end up losing her eye. Small blessings and all that bullshit. It didn’t help her inability to sleep at all. She had tried almost everything, facing the back of the den to block out the moonlight, flopped from one side to the other, rolled onto her back. Nothing was working. There was simply too much space for a wolf that was used to sleeping in a pile with at least a dozen other bodies. The Archer-Lyall now knew better than to go for another late night patrol alone beyond the borders after what had happened last time, but she wasn’t about to waste waking hours just laying here staring at a wall.

She hauled herself up with a reluctant groan, noting that Otis was already out, doing opossum things she supposed. A quick pass of the borders would do her better than trying to weed her garden and accidentally ripping up something not yet ready for harvest. The silver woman paused to bow in a stretch, the satisfying pop of vertebrae helping her feel even slightly more refreshed after nights and nights of sleeplessness. Part of her knew it’d probably only take a passing comment to Mort to find herself bundled up happily into a cuddle puddle, but then, her pride wouldn’t allow her to show that sort of weakness to a yearling, or to put that sort of needy pressure on one either.

With a sigh she made her way towards where the tall grass plains met the weeping woods. The sound of the wind passing through the willow leaves always, at least bought her some small measure of peace.

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