When Draven pulled away with a yawn, a stab of guilt hit Treyah right in the stomach. She had been so excited to stumble across him that she had bombarded him from the moment they had reunited. "Of course!" her response was rushed and half an octave higher than it would have otherwise been if she wasn't so flustered. "You rest up and I'll just..." curl up next to you? "Keep watch, you know, so you can rest properly..." Yeah, real smooth Treyah.

But she knew two wolves could cover more ground than one, and even if they didn't split up she wouldn't be upset for company if they ended up going the same way. As she watched Draven settle down to rest a warmth washed over her. Yes, things were going to be ok. She was sure of it.