28th July.
Word Count → 320
Amber eyes peered suspiciously out into the growing shadows, only briefly glancing upwards at the orange glow filling the sky as the sun set above the trees. The rapidly shrinking light still had enough force to it to break through the light canopy of leaves above Neela, casting a blanket of dappled shadows over the collie as she stalked along the border, sniffing at even the slightest hint of any scent.
Ever since the initial excitement at finding out she was pregnant had faded Neela’s mood had deteriorated sharply, excitement and her usual happy mentality overtaken by paranoia and an ill temperament that often verged on the edge of violent if Neela was caught at the wrong time. Sufficient to say Neela had been spending a lot of time alone recently; even Tony seemed distant, like he was avoiding her, and that hurt more than an entire pack worth of nervous glances. Her mood souring more and more every day Neela found herself ranging farther and farther out during the days, and sometimes nights as she shunned the company of those she had convinced herself didn’t want her company.
With a sigh Neela’s eyes flickered upwards, gauging the time from how much of the sun was still visible through a break in the trees. Tony was probably home by now; while he seemed to be avoiding Neela during the day he could at least be relied upon to return at nights. Part of Neela wanted to head back home, try and catch him while he was still awake but a more vindictive part of her took hold. If her mate wanted to avoid her during the day then she would avoid him during the night, let him worry when she didn’t come home for a night or two!
Snarling quietly Neela turned on her heel from where she had paused in her movements to watch the sun and stormed back along her path along the borders.
