May 17, 2014, 03:00 PM
The little healer padded to the edge of the creek. It had been several days, maybe even a few weeks (the days were beginning to blur), and yet she had still not found a comfortable place to start building a den. It bothered her. There was scuffles going on often, and she had not found a place to at least store backup herbs in case she could not have any on-paw.
She sighed, shaking the depressed feelings off of her coat. It was a beautiful day. Clouds dotted the sky, the air was warm, and the wind blew softening breezes through her pelt. Smiling, the six-month-old looked to the river. She set her forepaws in and watched as the cool water swirled around them.
The half-blind pup quickly caught the fish and chose a shady, grassy spot on the bank to watch the clouds go by. Even if she was safe from death, the precarious first week with the pack had taught her to enjoy the simple things. Her emerald green eyes scanned the clouds, looking for familiar shapes to her heart's content.
She sighed, shaking the depressed feelings off of her coat. It was a beautiful day. Clouds dotted the sky, the air was warm, and the wind blew softening breezes through her pelt. Smiling, the six-month-old looked to the river. She set her forepaws in and watched as the cool water swirled around them.
The half-blind pup quickly caught the fish and chose a shady, grassy spot on the bank to watch the clouds go by. Even if she was safe from death, the precarious first week with the pack had taught her to enjoy the simple things. Her emerald green eyes scanned the clouds, looking for familiar shapes to her heart's content.