One step at a time

[Neela Garcia]

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The stream in-front of Neela gurgled quietly as it flowed, small spirals rippling around the circle of rocks ringing the deep pool that Neela had her line cast into. While the red-furred collie would seem to be fairly normal to the casual observer, those who actually knew her would be surprised by how calm she was. The events of the last 2 months had left more marks on Neela than the physical and in the end it was the mental wounds causing her more problems, not the ropey scar winding up her right arm.

This was the first time since the attacks had started that Neela truly felt safe outside of Casa territory, though that being said the collie was still high-strung and paranoid; her current sense of calm came more from being absorbed in her fishing than actually feeling safe though her recent efforts, purposely forcing herself to leave the territory for small tasks that she didn’t need to such as hunting or fishing, were slowly building her confidence up. She still made an effort to avoid other canines when outside the borders though.

A slash echoed through the woods as Neela suddenly jerked her fishing pole, bringing a fish caught on the hook up onto the rocks where she was perched where it was quickly killed with the knife that lay by her side and placed alongside three more fish; river fishing brought in a lot less food than trawling with her boat, it was more of a hobby than a primary way of gathering food and the 4 fish marked a relatively fruitful several hours.

With a flick Neela sent the line back over into the river, eyes focusing once more on the bob of the float in the water. The pole was simple, carved by her own hands and nothing in complexity or function compared to an old human rod she had seen once, but it served her well and was carved to fit her own hands perfectly, a good tools for relaxing.

Automatically, without realising what she was doing, Neela started to hum as she watched the float, eventually moving onto singing softly, snatches of her melodic voice flying along with the wind. The sound travelled far to canine ears and recently Neela wouldn’t have dared to sing outside Casa territory but sitting here, fishing rod in her hands and sun on her face, she could almost believe she was safely at home fishing, and relax.

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