Only a few weeks before Baird had been in almost this exact spot, only a few minutes walk away from where he had met with the red and white Aniwayan, Io. He wondered how his pup was doing, if it was getting on well with its new owner and doing its job. He shook his head, attempting to think back over his little trip down to the old human settlement of Yarmouth. He had searched the city and found bits and pieces that could be useful, picking up what he thought he could use and abandoning things that he couldn't think of any immediate use for. He had made his way down to the point of the land, stumbling into the other human place, spending a few days in the coastal town, just relaxing after his trek. He had only spent a few days there, his Walkabout bug biting after the second day of immobility. Now he was making his way back up the country and passing Aniwaya.
He paced happily through the flat and even woodland. The trees were perfectly spaced and he wasn't tripping over roots like he normally did in forested areas, he appreciated that, his paws loving the soft, mossy floor. Gelar swooped above him, flitting between trees, occasionally alighting on tree branches before leaping off again wing feathers cracking in the stillness of the forest. Pan rode Bairds shoulder, tail tucked around his neck, the tip woven into the cord that held his rabbit foot pendant. Baird glanced over at the quoll, a soft smile adorning his face, and thought that she might be the perfect girl for him. It wasn't the first time the thought had crossed his mind, he knew that she was a quoll and wouldn't live as long as he would, but he was undeniably in love with her and he knew that she loved him too. He was still musing over the feelings he had for the quoll when he walked into a clearing. The grass was high and fragrant, the green smell assaulting his nostrils as soon as he emerged from the trees.
He took a few steps into the clearing, raising a paw to tickle Pan under the chin, when his eyes were caught by the dark coat and the flaxen mane and tail of the most beautiful horse he had ever seen. He didn't know much about horses, his only experience being of the brumbies back home, but he knew that the mare before him was in perfect condition. He was going to approach the mare when he spotted the brown furred canine. He raised a hand-paw and flicked it a little, waving as he called a greeting, "G'day. That your mare?" He asked, intrigued about the equine, telling himself that he should get himself a horse.
Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin
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