Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

Leto supposed that she had always been a wanderer. It was in her nature, part of her heritage. The wolves of Verapaz were yet to complain for she always came bounding back within the day.

Water was sparse in the Lowlands; quite the inconvenience for someone with such a high-matienance coat, so it only made the discovery of such a thing all the more exciting.

Small or not, she was quick to settle herself into the river she had come across with little thought. A lovely find! Now she would be able to return not only in a far better mood, though she was rarely not optimistic, but far cleaner as well.