It had been a hot and dry journey, of course, but at least they'd been able to drink their fill at the lake before returning home. It had been good to see the Cove wolves and Enera was happy to find that even though they were suffering drought effects, it wasn't nearly as bad as it was down in the valley. As long as there was water somewhere, Enera reasoned, there would be hope.
It was getting dark and Enera was tired so she sought out her mama. "Bedtime," she yawned, tucking into mama's side. She was nearly as big as her now, minus the swollen belly. Her siblings would be here any day now. The yearling looked at her mama pleadingly. "Tell me a story?" she asked. Who knew? This might be her last chance to spend an evening just the two of them, telling stories like they had when she'd been a puppy. One last time to hold onto 'normal' before they had new little mouths to feed and love.