Duck Lake Around the mulberry bush

Inkeri had not realized that her wolfish engineering would earn her an audience. So she was not looking for anyone to show up. She was laser focused on the water and the fish that swam beneath.

But she was startled, clear in her wide pupils and how she almost shrunk. But she stopped herself just in time. Keeping her paws firm and not leaning down, down belly to the ground. She did not need to grovel anymore. She was free.

I used branch. Branch. Pick it up with my teeth. Teeth. Fishing. Fishing. She winced at her echoed voice. As always she had carried this abuse and this trauma and it manifested itself into this cringey creature and parroting tick.