Jade Fern Grove They call it creeping, I say loving,

It was an utterly frustrating, horrible, horrific situation.

Bubbling with anger, yet unable to to release it, Hokulani brought herself to the river running through the grove. Paws testing the water, she soon stepped in to begin washing herself of the mud that clung to her fur.

Her heart had told her to rip, to tear, but her mind said to wait. Now was not the time - but it would come. It always did, because the truth of the matter was that Hokulani always got what she wanted. That was the way things were meant to be. The universe itself simply favoured her.

Staring at the water as it flooded with the dirt of her pelt she felt clean, calm. A newly baptized. baby. She would simply pretend that the confrontation had never happened upon her return.