Hoshor Plains to bring us sugar and tea and rum

Hey. Seal’s brown eyes caught Frolic’s understanding expression and her gaze lifted. Her lips bowed into a frail, wobbly smile. Something about Frolic completely disarmed Seal and she suddenly felt the urge to cry!

The young medic sucked in a shuddering breath as her friend reassured her. Then, when Frolic explained her breathing exercises, Seal could not utter a word (out of fear of letting the tears flow) but she gave a few emphatic nods of her head. With her pale hand wrapped around Frolic’s socked paw, she mimicked Frolic and followed her lead.

In through the nose, three seconds.

Out throw the mouth.

A few repetitions later, Seal felt a little more calm. A little more in control. She hadn’t realized the enormous pressure she’d put on herself to do well.

“Yeah,” Seal breathed, a grateful expression on her face. She squeezed her friend’s paw. “Thanks Frolic, I needed that.”