Stormwild sighed, knowing it was impossible and impracticable. But surely this little basket wasn't a purewalker basket; that damned fox was too crafty to thing they wouldn't take precautions, right?
She nodded her goodbye to her son and his mate, casting a wry smile at Stormcloud before beckoning Balrog by her side. She gave him a thankful, reassuring nuzzle, knowing he was just as exhausted as she was, and settled in; trying again to force herself to sleep and regain her energy.
