Things had been quiet since the fight with what Daegal now knew to be called a bear. 'Fight' was perhaps too strong a word, but whenever the pup dreamed about it, the interaction seemed to last so much longer. Only, in that turn of events Hagar was injured far worse and the bear chased them all over the territory while Daegal struggled to keep his dad moving as he lost more and more blood.
Every time he woke from that particular nightmare, he had to go check on his dad to make sure he was still okay. It was making for a very erratic and poor sleep schedule. Most nights Daegal was afraid to fall asleep to begin with and would sit up as long as he could get away with it. Tonight was one of the nights where he'd gone to bed with the rest of his family only to wake with a whimper and heaving breaths. He finally extracted himself from the pile of sleeping wolves and tiptoed from the den to sit just outside and breathe.