Wild Berry Meadow the world, the war, will wait, but morpheus knows no mercy

If she lays there long enough, her father will show up. He'll come find her and take her home where she can nestle between him and her very fat mother, not knowing she's given birth to four puppies that would ultimately erase her from their lives. At least she has the knowledge that they will find her and keep her safe, because nothing else matters in that moment. It's not enough to soothe her, though, as she readjusts her legs and tries to make herself smaller. Her trembles remain intermittent with a few seconds of stillness, repeating over and over again.

The familiar voice comes first and her ears twitch, slowly opening her dull blue eyes and peering through a tangle of legs once a nose has touched her. Instantly, she scrambles to her feet and rushes the short distance between them to bury her face into her chest. It's warm and still has a smell remnant that belongs to her, that tells her it'll be okay. The woman had taken care of her once and she'd do it again. She'll find her parents and they can go wherever this one wanted to take her.

Some place warm and quiet.

Everything will be fine.

In a flurry of movement, she's tucked herself as small as she can to rest between the woman's legs. She buries herself in the scent, finding reassurance and comfort all at once, like she had by the lake. She's reminded of her hunger and thirst then and she whimpers a few times but she can't be bothered much more than this to get her message across.