4/2/2025, 10:03 PM
The day was at its peak and while the warm air shifted through her fur she payed it no mind. It’d been about three weeks or so since she’d found herself in this new, unfamiliar place. The smells were entirely different from where she was originally, the places too.. the breeze seemed to always have a weird scent to it, like it was special or something, however she would very quickly denounce those creeping thoughts, the wind was wind, no different than the ones from home, at least that’s what she convinced herself of, after all, she wasn’t crazy!
The pristine dame wondered deeply whether or not she would ever make it back to where she’d came from.. it was an odd thing to call it home as she wasn’t too familiar with staying in one place for too long, she was always on the move, simply wondering from one place to the next, snatching its residents for whatever current goal she had in mind.. however after some time her solo band became a duo.
A particular little thing that latched onto her heels and followed her every step, like a prickly little bur that no matter how hard she tried, just wouldn’t go away until.. well until she did go away. One night she was there, and the next gone.. but that was weeks ago! A month, maybe even two, who was counting??
She certainly was NOT. That would be a complete and utter waste of her time! She had much better things to do, like now for instance! She was on her way to the river, she’d seen it once before, from a distance, however not in the direction she was heading, today she was heading towards that direction, she wanted a meal; a doe or its fawn perhaps? It was spring after all, maybe a trout of some kind.. however that was only if her patience allowed it and recently it’d been wearing incredibly thin.
The pristine dame wondered deeply whether or not she would ever make it back to where she’d came from.. it was an odd thing to call it home as she wasn’t too familiar with staying in one place for too long, she was always on the move, simply wondering from one place to the next, snatching its residents for whatever current goal she had in mind.. however after some time her solo band became a duo.
A particular little thing that latched onto her heels and followed her every step, like a prickly little bur that no matter how hard she tried, just wouldn’t go away until.. well until she did go away. One night she was there, and the next gone.. but that was weeks ago! A month, maybe even two, who was counting??
She certainly was NOT. That would be a complete and utter waste of her time! She had much better things to do, like now for instance! She was on her way to the river, she’d seen it once before, from a distance, however not in the direction she was heading, today she was heading towards that direction, she wanted a meal; a doe or its fawn perhaps? It was spring after all, maybe a trout of some kind.. however that was only if her patience allowed it and recently it’d been wearing incredibly thin.