earl grey morning

Sometimes, being the smallest was great. Other times, not so much. She had burrowed beneath her siblings for some extra warmth, now the weather was turning, but instead of staying in her nice cozy body nook, the bigger wolves had flopped and thrashed around all night, squishing and jostling her from her sleep multiple times during the night. Bleary eyed and on the verge of bursting into tears, the girl finally squeezed her way free of the pile of pups and escaped the home at the base of the treehouse.

She thought to spend some time in her mothers garden, but already she couldn't tell marigolds from mushrooms through her blurry eyes, they even watered when she yawned, which is why she totally couldn't see the bigger kid she stumbled right into. “Swary!” She was quick to squeak out an apology, blinking her eyes rapidly to try and clear some of the sleep that still clung to her lids.

“Speech”