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

She’s given a few moments of peace, burying herself further into the soft fur. The woman has a smell she hadn’t noticed before, and struggles to place, but the salty tinge isn’t entirely unpleasant. Qilaq licks her lips and finds the taste a little strange but her mouth feels even dryer than before. Not wanting to move from her spot, finding the grooming and closeness comforting, she allows her eyes to remain closed and readjust enough to tuck her legs inward so she might be able to sleep.

Which, of course, doesn’t last long. Qilaq grunts when she’s moved and picked up, whining something soft and pitiful, and her mouth parts to yelp when she touches the water but no sound comes out. She twists a little but for the most part remains immobile until she’s gently placed on the woman’s legs. Her nose submerges into the water while she struggles to keep her balance and she sputters a few times in surprise, recoiling quickly as if a bad memory had crept upon her.

It takes a moment to settle herself and trust the balance the other wolf offers her, feeling the water lap at her legs enough that might soothe the heat rising from her stressed body. She stares down at the rippling, watching a distorted profile of the both of them, and seeing the other’s watery reflection causes her nose to drop to touch it. Her nose wrinkles a little as she inhales a little, shaking her head and realizes it’s helping the dryness in her mouth with every drop that manages to sneak its way in. 

And then she drinks. And drinks some more. And drinks until her stomach can’t possibly fit anything else in it.