a place to fly and a place to land

Vesper · 07-22-2012, 07:35 PM

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Super short! Lupus form, Moonstone Lakes. Sorry for taking forever to get this up. ;__;

The vanilla-tawny coywolf dipped her muzzle into the small pond, closing her eyes as she lapped up water to soothe her dry throat. The summer had its stormy days, but a few times the heat and dryness was more than she could deal with. Luckily, her coat was thin and scruffy (compared to most coats of her parent species), and she knew the lay of the land well enough to find water whenever she needed it.

In this case, it was a cluster of lakes south of the cavern-dwelling pack, connected by spidery streams and edged with blueberry bushes. Some of the foliage hid surprises—a foundation here, a rusted husk there—but this was one place where the wilderness had reclaimed all the relics of rural humanity. Although she’d gotten used to the sight of roads all her life, she preferred her woods unpolluted by the trace of man. After all, they were dead, and by that logic, their crap should stay dead too.

Vesper had ceased exploring the homes sheltered by their leafy integuments, and now she reclined on the pebbly beach of the pond she drank from. On the other side of the water, she could see some ducks bobbing for food, but otherwise there was not a soul in sight. She stretched her forepaws out and let her toes rest in the water, her thoughts smoothly sailing away.

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