May 17, 2023, 08:33 PM
white legs stalked past the delicate spring flowers until they carried their owner to her destination: the bank of duck lake. she didn't know it was called that, though. to her, it was just a lake where she'll, hopefully, get a lap of fresh water. it was the sound of quacking audible from even miles away that brought it to marija's attention, and she'd learned wherever there's ducks, there's most definitely a bank of water. this land was foreign to her. it was far beyond her previous scope, so she had to rely on such observations to get by.
mari lowered her snout, gazing at her reflection on the surface of the deep blue water before finally lapping at it. she's been gone from home for quite a while, but at least she seems to still be the same mari. though she wouldn't know why there'd be anything different? was she just waxing poetic to pass the time? how hopeless, absolutely hopeless. she wasn't miserable, but she'd begun to miss the antics of stray dogs. these lands reeked of something similar, yet different.. she wasn't sure if it was just strange dogs with scents she couldn't parse, or something entirely different.
and rather frankly, she was afraid to find out.