I know you. B1 you fiend, using the word of the day so subtly.
Trotting wasn't so bad anymore, now that Bindu had something to hold onto. The bone shard was sharp and poked the side of her mouth a bit, but it was comforting to carry it. Thoughts fingered the past as she went along, memory began to spatchcock images that held dulled scraps of emotion. The wolfdog's first prey, a hare; a hidden oasis hideout; the cave, her home. Faces came, also, but they weren't as easily recognizable. It was almost nice to think of these things. Like a secret world of happiness. Thinking back, Bindu wasn't even sure if any of it was even real. Some parts of her memory were faded, calling to unrest. Slowly, the thoughts disappeared, to come out on another day with a filled belly. White paws struck the wet sand in an uneven rhythm, and for a while its mellow noise occupied her mind.
Before her paw had the nerve to start acting up again, another strange smell pervaded the girl's being. After such a strange scent had rewarded Bindu just a few minutes ago, she was eager to look up and sum up her luck. A sleek black figure stood on the sands, and, like the carcass, was like a sore thumb on the white grain. The wolfdog knew what this thing was- it was a cat. She had seen a few on her travels, and had even picked up some of their language. A cat was like a dog except smaller and faster. Two ears perked up instinctively, one bent at the tip. The teen started to growl.
Bindu was disappointed. This cat looked unremarkable, all too familiar. There had been one just like this a few weeks ago, in a river, catching fish. The wolfdog vaguely remembered chasing it off and stealing its haul. This creature, then, was a mirage, come to haunt her for her wickedness. It stared at her. Green met black for a few seconds. It was Bindu who broke the gaze- this image made her uneasy. The hallucinations were scary. They whispered things to her, about blood and death and other things that a teenaged wolfess shouldn't have to listen to- or stomach. This cat was here to do the same. What little hope Bindu had for some other life vanished. A sigh escaped from her panting muzzle, and she spoke to the image.
"Howdy," she began, feeling desolate. "you's a new one." The sun hit the cat's black fur, turning it to a soft gray in some places. It was a handsome little thing, and it held a squirrel in its jaws. Probably to taunt her for stealing that fish; the little devil. Since she knew that escape was impossible -the voices always followed-, it might just be best to take a little rest and brave through this encounter.
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