Ever the adventurous soul, Stella had nonetheless found herself with more reasons to stay closer to home of late than she could have imagined or wanted mere months ago. Everything was more complicated than she had hoped now. She liked to check the trails in and out of camp a couple of times a day, to know who came and went and when, as if this could soothe the tumult she felt. And then there was the chatter and din of her siblings and the general hum of life's busy comings and goings about the den, which made it that much easier to be a part of it all for a moment, to not get lost off on her own, in her own head like she did sometimes when she was out exploring. She'd come home early, hoping for some noise and distraction. But today she found herself returning to the dim shadows to slip in out of the chill mists unnoticed, upon tired muddy paws, and slip away to sleep without a word exchanged. Tiredness stole her away to the realm of uneasy sleep.
Stella woke again, her ears perking up at the sound of her name and her father's familiar voice. She looked around, eyes narrowed to focus in the dim light.
"Papa?" Most of the time she liked to pretend that she was all grown up now, but at this particular late hour, her childish nickname for her father slipped out, echoing softly around the den.
"You there?"