10-04-2009, 12:43 AM
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The woman that accompanied the two pups did not seem to be their mother, or related to them at all. She was ready to go, bag on her back, as Hemming approached. He listened to her crackly voice, his eyes wandering to the puppies on the ground before him. This situation seemed odd and he felt almost overwhelmed by its absurdity. Such a thing was made for books, not real life, and he was still unable to conjure any meaningful actions or words. He simply nodded as the old female explained, finally bringing his gaze back to her as she finished her last sentence. Placing the pieces together in his mind and coming to an understanding of the gravity of what was going on, Hemming met the coyote's eyes. "They will be safe here," he replied softly. Hemming recognized that it would be a burden to take care of two small pups when one was alone and wandering, and as he looked back towards the girls he said gently, "Thank you for bringing them here." He wondered where they were from, and where their father could possibly be. A week's walk with a puppy probably didn't correspond to a walk without, and it probably hadn't taken long for their father to venture far away without them. Did he not want them? And where was their mother? "Where did you find them?" he asked, concerned eyes moving back to the female. |