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It was the most hectic series of events to have ever occurred to her. It was still distressing to her to feel as though she should have left the horses out, then all of them would be alive...not just two..the two who had just vanished now..who's to say they were still alive? Granted they had blankets on, but the cold was so blistering, they surely froze to death, she was convinced of it. There was nothing she could do though..nothing, as she sat in her home huddled in front of the fireplace, a blanket flung over her shoulders as she stared quietly into the fire. Her arm was wrapped, carefully attended to by Falgar, a very kind canine, and she had yet to properly thank him. Her eyes moved to her left, to gaze out her window, she would have to wait for the weather to get better before she would dream of trying to find him. She hoped he was safe tonight...she hoped he would be safe throughout the storm...
Her vision returned to the flames the licked the walls of the fireplace. She loved fire..something about it seemed so lively, so vibrant. Her mind was lost in the calming, and warming flames. Her home was dimly lite up by various kerosene lamps that lite the window seals. She hoped the lamps would warm any cold air that dared to evade..it was an odd thought, but it never hurt to try. A motto she recently made up within her mind to try and cause positive thinking within herself.
Ookami was here, within her home, and she tried to be quiet, knowing he was probably still sleeping. She felt good to be home, and she hoped he wasn't judging her lifestyle, or the fact that she loved her stuffed animal, the object of her childhood. Red Dog, she called him. Though the stuffed animal wasn't entirely red by any means. Only his floppy ears and his little stubby tail. The dog almost reminded her of a comic strip character she had seen once..snoopy...she thought was the name..but Snoopy had black ears and black tail..plus a black spot on his back. Red dog didn't have a spot on his back..and his nose was once red, but she ripped it off when she was younger...she was disappointed at the fact she ruined his nose..but it was just red leathery material over a cute black nose. He was a little worn, but overall, very well cared for. He wasn't far from her when she was home, especially now that she was feeling insecure and upset. He was safely held beneath the blanket close to her chest, nestled comfortably between her bosoms with her good arm, but gingerly supported with her bad arm.
She was just quietly thinking, her eyes reflecting her deep thought, as she absently stared into the licking flames..