Sunrise, scattered clouds, 10F/-12C
Finley hadn’t been able to sleep most of last night. They had settled officially and become a pack and everything should be getting easier, but something had kept her awake tossing and turning. It was the approaching spring and all of its implications, less than a full moon away before she expected the changes to begin occurring. Last year she had been on a mission and she had managed to accomplish it, but this year would not be the same.
It left her feeling conflicted. She loved her boys and being a mother but it did not appear that having anymore was in her future. Finley was learning to be okay with that, this would realistically be the last year she should even consider such things given her age. Maybe next spring if she was lucky, but it was not like she had any eligible suitors. Besides, Caspian and Ryder were enough and she owed the others of the pack already.
Still, if there were more pups born this year she would expect questions from her sons, questions she wasn’t ready to answer. So she didn’t sleep, and she wandered, until she found her way to a territory that almost seemed hidden by design. She stood at the edge of the lake, looking across the frozen surface lost in thought.