Shira slept for an hour or two, but kept waking up thinking something was after her. The wolves. They seemed nice, a little odd, they sounded different and…. Well they were different! The whole pack thing made Shira uncomfortable, before all this she was the leader of her own world, having to follow someone other then her trainer and partner seemed….weird. She thought back to the dogs she worked with, there was a bit of a hierarchy, but never a “I control all others, He who denies me gets killed” kinda thing going on. That in turn made her miss the dogs she worked with, a few other German shepherd’s, Winter was her favorite dog to play with out of them all. Cliff was too old and mean, and twinkle was too lazy.