Some new characters from a story I'm writing-And a little bit I wrote:
That night, I felt awful. I was cold, in pain, depressed, and I felt pathetic. I thought, for sure, I would've been able to do better on my own. But, lying there, I suddenly knew I would never find a sanctuary, a place I could be safe. Dagmar's 14th patrol had been on my tail since the pass. I got up, limping on my left foreleg, and staggered out of my den. I couldn't bear to look up at the stars. I wondered where Robert and the rest were. Somehow, I knew they were safe, all still alive. I turned and looked up at the stars. Though tears ran down my face, I felt closer to my siblings than I had in months. I felt like we were all a sled team in a storm. We were all following the same path, not knowing how far we were or even where we were going. None of us could see each other, but we had to trust that they were there, and we would make it through.