Adrift

It wasn’t that anything was amiss, quite the opposite actually. Her brother’s children came and went as they pleases, and left her well enough alone. Most of the rest of the pack did too, which suited her just fine.

She had even eased up on the alcohol a little since her encounter with the tiny wolf down by the delta. Her donkey had taken to biting her if she got too carried away or too far from home, so she did her best to keep the ass happy. But for now? Well, it had been a busy day, checking stores and scouting out where the herds were travelling (they were coming closer now the weather was warming). She had stretched herself out, front paws dangling off the edge of the cliff, eyes squinting against the setting sun. She looked over the sound, the canyon a narrow slash of blue against the grey of surrounding stone. With any luck, there would be a glut of salmon in the Autumn, it would give them plenty of time to consider crafting fish traps, and nets.