The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the wilderness where Mia and her father had found refuge. The chirping of crickets and the distant hoot of an owl filled the air as they settled down for the night.
"Little wolf, we should get some rest now. Tomorrow we can continue," Mia's father said with a yawn, stretching his tired limbs. He had been sharing an ancient tale, one that Mia had been eager to hear.
Mia, with her youthful enthusiasm, responded, "The story or the journey?"
Her father chuckled softly, a warm sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. "Hmm, both. Just let this old man rest a bit." With that, he began to prepare a makeshift bed and settled down on it. Fatigue clung to him like a heavy blanket.
Mia's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she watched her father. Her voice held a touch of impatience as she asked, "But Papa, can't you finish the story now?"
