home is where the sleep is

There was a scent she hadn't stumbled across for a while. With the extra freedom Oleander had been giving her lately, she felt bolder. She was also just Vesper, and subtly wasn't her strong point. She trotted after the scent, and it led her to Wilders den. Between the blight, And now the new odd happening she'd barely spent any time with Wilder. Their training had ground to a halt, and he was becoming more like a stranger to her again. Wilder, who was the first wolf to treat her like more than just a slave.


She scowled at the thought, and trotted straight into the den without so much as a knock of warning. She plopped herself down on the floor beside his bed and stared at him. “Hello to you too.” Her tone made it clear it wasn't a warm greeting.