Lyla
I had spent the last two days doing everything I could to keep myself occupied, but nothing seemed to shake off the worry that clung to me like a second skin. Ramsey had called once when he arrived in Blue Ridge, his voice steady, assuring her that everything was fine and that he would return soon. But since then, silence. Lenny had mentioned in the morning assembly that Ramsey had called briefly, stating he was caught up in negotiations, yet something about his absence gnawed at me.
I decided to clear my head with a walk.
Recently, we've decided to be taking the Feral pups, those that were mature enough to walk out once every now and again to let them excersise and not get used to staying indoors and in one place.
When Ramsey was here, we would take one of the pups together through a hidden path, reserved for Ramsey and himself for a run every evening. It did them good because they were already getting accustomed to everything.
