From the moment Leia woke up, she had realized something was wrong. Her hands were cold and stiff from sleeping outside in the sand, which had chilled in the Autumn night. Her bare legs were warm and covered in a heavy fur, but she recognized the deep, rhythmic breathing of her canine companion who was beginning to stir as Leia shifted. Her spine ached as she stretched over the log she had rest against, a knot in the wood had embedded itself into her shoulder. As she regained consciousness, she hyperaware of the numb pulsing in her legs. “Shiva! Ge’ off!” she yelped, shoving the heavy she-wolf off of her. Clicking her teeth in frustration, Leia pulled herself up and sat on the log, gently rubbing her thighs. It was already dawn, the