She rested in the pasture, an impromptu resting place, but a necessary one. She had no thoughts of sleeping here, only to rest her feet from the long trek. The white female stretched out in the long grass, salt water mixing with the air.
She tried to recall the last time she had been by the shore, but as her memories escaped her, she realized she hadn't been here before. The witch hummed in contemplation. She chuckled to herself; recently she had either been quiet and contemplative, or a loud ball of wanton lust. Such polar opposites, yet it felt natural.
Her eyes closed, the wind blowing through her thickening fur. This will not last long, she smirked to herself.
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