ROXIE
We hear some rustling that startles us.
Bex gets up and starts to growl as she sniffs the air.
There was no other wolf here except a deer that must have trod on a branch.
Bex looks out and takes everything.
I had no clue how long we had been sleeping, but I knew we needed to get home as it was dark.
Bex turned and ran back through the forest, making it to the clearing near my Uncle's house. Bex stopped as we stared at the home; there on the porch were my father and Uncle, who were staring back at me.
Bex walks toward the house, and uncle Keith comes toward us with the clothes he left for us. "We have been waiting for you," he said. He places the clothes into Bex's mouth, putting his hand on her head. He gives her a smooth as Bex bumps his hand with her head and grins. She looked toward the porch where my father was watching us. Bex moved away from uncle Keith and walked toward my father.
