eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd

brilliance is lost to the world for a moment, lick after lick after lick after lick after… well, you get the point. by now, i would have fussed at my dog for licking so much because the sound is g r o s s.
 
anyway.
 
the questioning whine catches up to her and she freezes, mid-lick, and picks her head up quickly to peer over mounds of snow. her tongue, still hanging out, becomes cold after a moment and she quickly sucks it back into her mouth, shakes her head, and refocuses. not too far off is another wolf. at first she thinks it is her papa but a second blink and it’s not. not knowing what he wants, and her unfortunate last encounter with a strange male, brilliance doesn’t make a sound (nor does she try to hide herself), and doesn’t make to move to try and leave and show off her brand new spankin’ limp.
 
maybe, if she’s lucky, he’ll keep moving.