Azaria lay on her bed, one leg bent, the other stretched out, her arms hanging loosely off the sides like she had just dropped there and decided not to move again for a while. She wore a comfortable loose shirt and her underwear with a pair of long socks. She wanted to feel free.
The ceiling fan turned slowly above her, the soft hum filling the room, and the late evening light slipped through the curtains in thin lines that rested across the floor and the edge of her bed.
Wolf sat near the foot of it, even though the room was spacious enough for him to lay anywhere he wanted, he chose to stay close, watching her.
He had been there for a while, quiet and alert. His ears flicked once when she shifted slightly, but he didn't move any closer.
