The ocean.
It was a thing of story.
Some old or travelled dogs in the neighborhood - blind Pisspot, chiefly - spoke of it, and she believed none of them. Big puddle of salty water, stretching farther than the eye can see? Puppy tales. White lies. Something to laugh at as an adult.
And yet, here she was before it. It was sort of just like it was described, incomprehensively vast, with a smell that clung to the inside of the nostrils, wild and moving. Diesel stood on the beach a a while, expecting its motions to cease eventually, but the waves just kept on coming. Crashing. Rolling.
She kind of liked it.
Or maybe it was the infected wounds speaking.
What the white she-wolf did to her had yet to heal, but worse than that was the fact that the pink flesh now seemed to ooze. The stench was unbearable, making her empty gut twist. She felt hot, despite her frigid surroundings, and she moved without focus on anything. She didn't even know how she got to the fucking coast that morning!
But the ocean, it was so soothing.
She approached it, walked along it a bit, felt the waves roll over her paws. Eventually, almost on impulse, she jumped into it - and regretted it instantly.
She ran out onto the shore whining, for the salt stung the puncture wounds on her neck, and that small indent made by having a fold of wrinkled skin above her brow ripped. It hurt more than it did when she got them.
The mastiff shook herself off, and that was when she spotted the fish.
Half-eaten, they littered the beach, and they told her something or someone had recently been here. Diesel, starving and already having gotten low enough to eat human trash and steal from her lesser, didn't think twice about finishing off what was left.
Big jaws crunched the fish whole, and despite the little bones embedding themselves into her mouth, she chewed with great haste, swallowing in big gulps. The taste didn't even register, only the sensation of eating.
This would not off-set the thinning of her malnourished body, but it would sure keep her living another day.
It was a thing of story.
Some old or travelled dogs in the neighborhood - blind Pisspot, chiefly - spoke of it, and she believed none of them. Big puddle of salty water, stretching farther than the eye can see? Puppy tales. White lies. Something to laugh at as an adult.
And yet, here she was before it. It was sort of just like it was described, incomprehensively vast, with a smell that clung to the inside of the nostrils, wild and moving. Diesel stood on the beach a a while, expecting its motions to cease eventually, but the waves just kept on coming. Crashing. Rolling.
She kind of liked it.
Or maybe it was the infected wounds speaking.
What the white she-wolf did to her had yet to heal, but worse than that was the fact that the pink flesh now seemed to ooze. The stench was unbearable, making her empty gut twist. She felt hot, despite her frigid surroundings, and she moved without focus on anything. She didn't even know how she got to the fucking coast that morning!
But the ocean, it was so soothing.
She approached it, walked along it a bit, felt the waves roll over her paws. Eventually, almost on impulse, she jumped into it - and regretted it instantly.
She ran out onto the shore whining, for the salt stung the puncture wounds on her neck, and that small indent made by having a fold of wrinkled skin above her brow ripped. It hurt more than it did when she got them.
The mastiff shook herself off, and that was when she spotted the fish.
Half-eaten, they littered the beach, and they told her something or someone had recently been here. Diesel, starving and already having gotten low enough to eat human trash and steal from her lesser, didn't think twice about finishing off what was left.
Big jaws crunched the fish whole, and despite the little bones embedding themselves into her mouth, she chewed with great haste, swallowing in big gulps. The taste didn't even register, only the sensation of eating.
This would not off-set the thinning of her malnourished body, but it would sure keep her living another day.
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