Brinley

I opened my eyes slowly. The sun shone brightly through the glistening drops of the waterfall. I was tucked inside of a warm cave. Too warm actually. A slight sheen of sweat covered my brow. Wolves were hot-blooded creatures by nature, our bodies suited for frigid winter temperatures. Our skin sides didn't fare so well, but I was currently wrapped tightly, like a burrito, inside of a thick fur blanket.

I looked around hoping to see Coal, but I was alone. Disappointment flooded through ...