Plot a course through the night to a place I once knew

About halfway up the stairs, she realised it was time. Time to put the energy Kenway's dogs had to burn to use. She stopped to catch her breath before pushing herself to waddle up the last few stairs to the deck that surrounded the treehouse. She grumbled as she pushed through the door and made her way in front of the fireplace, sprawling out, brows drawing down at the already crackling fire. She could only hope Oddie had lit it and that Jael wasn't pushing herself, in no of a better state than Modesty herself.

She lifted her head to peer about the room, wondering if the little wolfdog was already home, or if she too might be trying to make her trek up the stairs to their little perch in the trees?

"speech"