[Traveler tales: Dewberry’s homecoming]
At the age of 6 and a half, Dewberry came back home to live with the Sun Stealers...though, she mused, it didn't feel much like home.
Her puphood memories of the place were distant. She remembered being excited for mealtime when Cobalt and the rest of the Ghost River squad would bring home a huge caribou. She remembered stealing herbs from Lime's stash on a dare from Zerii, and being chased by a snarling Lime until Levi told Lime to chill out. And, of course, she remembered curling up at night with Chendol and Wraith, safe and warm in their den.
All those wolves were long dead and gone, replaced by strangers.
Even the wolves she recognized were essentially strangers to her. Her childhood playmate Lyric was now the head pupsitter, having taken over Dewberry's planned position. Wyrmfang, who used to be the world's biggest pain in the ass to pupsit, was now an elderly and highly respected hunter, busily training her successor. Like, wtf.
Dewberry decided she didn't mind. She considered the Sun Stealers just another stop on her traveling journey. A good place to rest her paws and take a long nap in the sun.
