Sequoia Coast bully boys

Late night
Light rain
@Valentine

Each day melted in to the next, in to the next, in to the next. The differences came as tiny moments of relief: a brighter sun some mornings, a stronger smell in the air at night, the intricate changes to the soil; the lack of familiarity had been novel at first but now the dog was tired of it.
It smelled like a giant, untouched field of grass. Sometimes after waking, Damocles would look around for the barricades and be confused when he did not see them. There was nothing penning him in. No streets to mind, no dogs to watch or threaten.
The night hid him relatively well. The only thing he could not abide was the occasional clink of his collar's rusty medallion when he stooped to sniff at one thing or another. As Damocles crossed from the dry reeds to something much softer, he stumbled. The hill he'd been traversing bordered a stretch of beach, and so far he'd not set foot upon it, so when he sank and slid he was caught by surprise.
Trying to adjust his footing led to a plume of dust rising around his haunches. He turned too sharply and caught some in his eyes - barking dully and bowing too, instinctively trying to rub his face against his foreleg; soon enough he was tumbling with his legs tucked close to his chest, and hit the bottom hard.
Well that was fucking stupid.