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22nd July . 11.45am . Pictou Landing . Optime Form


He had been home for a day and a bit now, and the news that his friend was going to be having pups made the young male smile. Like a shining beacon in the times of hardship on the male, Ever had bought him good news. It had been difficult to get her to believe him, but when he had managed to convince her, she'd been happy. He and Hermes had turned around and come back then, knowing that it was a long journey home. But they'd crested the mountains as the sun rose, once more bathing Ichika in its light. A sense of peace had nestled itself in his chest as they'd moved towards the valley where Saul brushed Hermes down and played with Arete. The rest of the day had been spent with the horse and working on the house, although he spent a good deal of time with Wretch, checking that she was going to be okay. Her leg had been wrapped up for a week and a half, but there was no real way of knowing how well it was healing until the bandages and splints came off. For the meantime, Wretch was bedbound once more. It was a sad and sorry state to leave her in, but there was nothing else he could do about his daughters situation.


Today had seen him up bright and early once more, bathed and on his run before dawn had fully broken over the lands. He was still feeling heavy, but there was light at the end of the tunnel. There was always a new day, a new dawn. And Saul should be happy that he and Gideon had found Wretch, that Gideon had warned off the attacker. There was a high possibility that Wretch could have died that morning, but she had escaped with flesh wounds and a broken leg. The wounds were healing well and Saul regularly washed them in antiseptic wash, but left them open to the elements. There was no point in covering them up, and there were far too many to simply bandage them all up. She would look ridiculous. The day was sunny for the most part, although he could see dark thunder clouds rolling in overhead. There would be a storm tonight and the young male was pleased he'd made the repairs to the roof watertight a while ago.


His wanderings had bought him to the old harbour, broken and decrepit. The jetty extended out in the water, broken and unsafe. It was a peaceful scene, but there was a certain sorrow about the harbour that made the male want to nurse it back to health again. There were a few boats in the harbour, broken beyound repair but testiment that there had been life in these parts at one time. The young male moved down to the shore, stepping into the waves and feeling them move against him, the salty sizzling on his fur. Taking a deep breath, the male tried to find peace with what had happened these past couple of weeks.


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