Light rain showers, 16C/60F, mid-afternoon
All that remains is the faces and the names
Marrah had not slept well the night before, thunderstorms had once again rocked the Chasm, and the girl was beginning to think that the storms would never end. She wondered if the lands beyond the borders were as stormy as it was here, but she had never been out past the scent markers. It wasn’t safe, and none of the bigs had taken her, they were often busy with big things. The packs numbers were small, and that meant they all had to work very hard to keep things running.
The storms had broken, and going into the afternoon had only left a light shower. Marrah was determined to get a little bit more sleep, and had no interest in leaving her small cavern that she was camped out in. It was dry here, and seeing as it was just big enough for her small chubby body to squeeze into, it had warmed up quickly. It didn’t take long for the pup to begin to drop off into sleep. But, it took equally less time for her to be brought back into awareness at the sound of an annoyed chirping.
Opening her orange eyes in groggy confusion, her gaze was met with an irritated grey squirrel. It was telling her off in a series of chirps and squeaks,a small pile of acorns piled at its stomping feet. The squirrel had been using this cavern as its winter food storage, but Marrah had no way to know that. Instead she huffed at the squirrel and demanded, ”Go away,” then, feeling a little grumpy about being woken up she added, ”Or I’ll eat you.” She wasn’t hungry, and it was an empty threat, but she wanted it to leave so she could go back to sleep.
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.