Under the Waves and On Top of the Waves
This was the future? Sweetie tried to see it. Living beneath the waves, yet sleeping on top of waves. Her children not far, safe and warm in a bed, and able to call out for help and get it right away from her.
She had been looking forward to what her future would look like. She had wanted to see the strange place Devin had always called home with the wolves. It may have been much smaller than what she was used to, but it was spacious enough that they fit. She had done her best not to judge it, it could be a cardboard box with one bed and she'd still approve.
It was safety. It was away from the den. It was where they could be free. How could she want to judge it? That was what they wanted for some reason though. Yes, she was used to bigger places. No, she had never been invited to such a small house. No, she found nothing wrong with it.