Serpent Lake Pieces of peace

She watched him silently from the brush, eyeing him as he drank the water. He was part what she was, whatever kind of dog that was. In truth she was more equipped to handle the wilderness than he. She had grown up in a cabin not far from these woods and knew how to hunt, not to be bothered by the raw meat or the smell of the canines who roamed here.

She rose silently, moving to stand behind him. She must have looked like a wild woman, her ancestors being bred into a dog that was perfect for surviving in the wild without their knowing. She was no longer a domestic mixed breed but rather a type of wild dog. Twigs stuck up from her fluffy hair in random places that she would meticulously pluck free later. For now she let them be, still attractive though she wasn't big on beauty.

She sat and waited for him to turn back around. Watching him eerily with her honey brown eyes, she might have been a frightening sight but she was smaller than he and nonthreatening.