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Calm day, small and flat lake, the Russian supplied happily. There were plenty of overcast days, but they needn't necessarily be accompanied by high winds. Still, perhaps for Levent's maximum comfort with the whole idea, they ought to wait for a perfectly sunny and pretty day. Vasi was convinced there was no better cure for fear than the surrounding and calming beauty of nature at its finest -- nowhere better viewed from the center of a mirror-still lake. Such days were rare within his homeland, but during the brief fall, Vasiliy enjoyed paddling to the center of one of the lakes or ponds and simply watching the world, throwing back each fish he caught. The larger salt-water fish were preferred, though now and again when he speared a sizable bass or trout he carried it home for a rare treat to be shared with sister and cousins, aunts and uncles.
He could miss minor things like that -- but he could not say he missed the entirety of it. He remembered too well the bickering and disagreements, the feeling of suffocation amongst so many that knew his name and each and every secret. The closeness of his family was what he missed and was most glad about leaving behind, strange enough. He thought, of course, this was something off and wrong about himself; he was the one unable to fit amongst his peers, as so many of his cousins seemed to do effortlessly. Vasiliy hoped the same would not happen here, but he could not be certain of his continued lack of severe mishaps.
Levent's story, in contrast, was a story of different places: Vasiliy imagined heading from one place to the next, then having an entire city through which to roam undisturbed. The prospect fascinated him, and he let out a slow breath. Interesting to see so many places, different things, different canines, he mused. Not like small town, only fish villages go visit.
The dark-furred wolf took careful steps through the garden, his bright blue eyes peering from one row to the next. Some sweet maybe? Berries? He bent to lift a red strawberry -- gently enough to keep it attached to the plant -- and looked at Levent.
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