As the sun painted the sky with morning Mjolnir stretched out a few kinks before leaping down from the porch roof to the ground - He had time for a circuit of the yard and a nice nap before Cathy would be rising. She had been sleeping later these days; especially when she had company in the night.

Not that there was any problem with her sleeping late; things had been quiet lately - though Mjolnir distrusted the feeling he was getting from the southern boundary of Cathy's property. The crick flowing there was low, lower even then normal for the summer heat, and if the crick dried up there would be one less layer of protection to the south. So Mjolnir himself had better get some rest.