Sequoia Coast empty flowers

pet larus u poor thing

Caiaphas had never carried a puppy in her jaws -- certainly not a live one -- and she was struck by a faint sense of wonder when Larus suddenly went limp. She peered down her narrow muzzle with one askance eye, craning her neck as if this would help her better view the pup. He was still there; a damp, almost insensate rag. All demure and drowsiness.

She rolled her shoulders in a shrug and struck off, her head bowed against the elements and her tail flat behind her. Her trot was lofty, almost jarring -- and she picked and pieced her way over large gnarled roots and fallen boughs until she saw the shore-line between the trees.

It was then she stopped, noticing how silent the youth had been. "Hey... you are not asleep, are you?" She tried to mutter, but her voice was suppressed by flesh and fur and all that came out was a series of disconnected and undecipherable mumbles. Her ears laced back in annoyance and she shook her head rather abruptly to wrench him from his comforting sleep.

Without explanation she dropped him rather unceremoniously, whether or not he had awoken yet, she did not care. She strode past him assuredly, walking smoothly on the sand towards the mouth of her ugly grotto. It sat half-sunk by the tide and looked most dark and formidable -- and Caiaphas disappeared into the mouth of it as if swallowed by shadow.