Kelly
Yawning, Kelly sat up in bed, trying to remember where she was. She wasn’t at the cabin and she definitely wasn’t at home. The bed was too soft, the down comforter too fluffy. Glancing around, she noticed the light streaming into the room, an oddity for Silvermoon. Most days, what sunlight made it through the canopy sort of filtered into the house if the curtains were open. Stretching and finding that her wrist was a bit stiff, she glanced down to see the bandage Carrowyn had tied around it late last night, her adventure from the previous afternoon flooding back as she touched the knotted fabric. Using her teeth and her free hand, she untied the bandage and was pleasantly surprised to find that no bruising from the break remained. Most breaks took the average wolf a couple of days t
