With a loud clacking of sliding slate, Bear Pie scrambled down a steep bank for a drink at the river, and when I asked her how on earth she was going to climb back up that bank, she just *did*

Sage’s tongue was out the side, his breath was cloudy, but his face radiated joy.

…He had come out of hiding in his safe space to find me…

…How much is enough?…

I have learned that I get back to sleep a lot sooner if I just go find out what he is alerting to and acknowledge him than to keep telling him to knock it off…