I wake in the meadow and I can’t help but smile as I breathe in the crisp night air there. It has been quite some time since I’ve been here, a true rarity since I became pregnant. My wolf is overworked and I’ve truly missed her. I look around the meadow and find her lying near the creek that runs through it and I smile again at the sight. She even looks tired, but then again, I probably do, too.
I rise and walk over to her, taking a seat next to her on the large rock and gently pet her head. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve been here,” she tells me. “I haven’t missed anything. I’m just so tired.”
“I know,” I tell her with a smile and continue to pet her, sitting there in companionable silence for a while.
Eventually, Sage lifts her head to look at me, moving a bit so she can nuzzle my
