No Place Like Home
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Was it safe to be by the water? She could not readily find a reason why it was not, but with each step she took toward it, she was made to recount the events of the night before. Sweet as they were, touched by passion and lavished in a love thought gone, she recalled them and felt herself grow warm with each memory of a touch and with each step taken toward the scene. She should have smiled at the memory that happened only hours before, but she felt apprehensive instead, worried that what had become of them was just a dream she would disturb by being here. But it could not have been a dream. It felt too real… and she had felt so very alive…

Her thoughts soon drifted away as her worn paws touched the water’s edge, and then the whole of her autumn form slipped soundlessly into the cold embrace. Like slipping back into a cool sleep, she delved deeper in until she was submerged and only the top of an auburn head could be seen coupled with twin stout ears twitching with the sounds of both water and nature. She kept her nose beneath the surface, holding onto her gathered breath til her lungs burned for air again and she was made to lift her muzzle skyward. Greedily she drank in precious air as she continued to wade. The sense of this activity was lost on her, but was something she enjoyed none the less. It was an altered state of being, something to pull her away from the known physical to something other. And she drifted in it for a time, soothed by the caress of the lapping ripples…

Until a horrendous noise jerked her to attention.

It was a sound unlike anything she’d ever heard, and in truth it sent a chill down her spine. In the process of pulling herself from the waters depths, she could see a young body making its way to the edge. Lean with hunger and travel, what maternal instinct she had surfaced with time compelled her to see to the lone creature. She called out at first, a short howl to let him know she was near then came to the banks of the lake and lumbered over, heavily weighed down by her dip. “Wanderer… are you alright?”



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