Hushed Willows by the color tv glow

Since we have a more current thread, I figured this was a good place to call it a wrap? :D

Her father's snout touched against her head in a comforting kiss and Spur's eyes closed momentarily, the pressure of the shut lids squeezing out two little tears that tracked down her pale face. When she reopened them, she turned to face the babbling brook. She forgot why they were here, that her father saw the water as a food source. The youth drifted toward the water's edge, coming to stand over a calm runoff, a pang passing through her when she leaned over and saw her reflection.

Larkspur didn't recognize herself. She stared for a long beat, then drew back. Her exhaustion caught up to her and she let herself flop down beside the water. She sensed Mordecai nearby, attention likely divided between fishing and keeping an eye on her. The pup fell still, letting her head drop onto her outstretched forelegs, simply gazing at the creek and pining for home, at least until sleep stole over her.