she couldn't remember the last time she'd been here, or why it was she had returned.
the grassy plains caressed at her ribs as she tread between golden flecks of pasture. hills rolled in the distance, and with them the silhouette of a many migrating bison. it filled her with some tethered semblance of nostalgic depression, and with the next step she had turned from the herd.
her paws led her south, toward a ridge etched in worn and weathered dirt. there beneath it lay nestled in a shadow a life once lived. the mouth of a once familiar den greeted her, now so changed it was barely recognizable.
hesitant footsteps brought her near enough to peer in, a fog hazing over her eyes of memories she'd rather leave buried beneath rubble. but there was a part of her that longed for what had once been had. as if clawing it back to life, she swept at the dried dirt that walled up the burrow, a nose pressed against the now freshly revealed soil.
and with a breath so deep it threatened to burn her lungs, she tried with desperation to remember their scents — their smell.
but there was nothing there except the scent of earth and musk.
she thought it for the better, curling into herself to slip into a dream and forget.
the grassy plains caressed at her ribs as she tread between golden flecks of pasture. hills rolled in the distance, and with them the silhouette of a many migrating bison. it filled her with some tethered semblance of nostalgic depression, and with the next step she had turned from the herd.
her paws led her south, toward a ridge etched in worn and weathered dirt. there beneath it lay nestled in a shadow a life once lived. the mouth of a once familiar den greeted her, now so changed it was barely recognizable.
hesitant footsteps brought her near enough to peer in, a fog hazing over her eyes of memories she'd rather leave buried beneath rubble. but there was a part of her that longed for what had once been had. as if clawing it back to life, she swept at the dried dirt that walled up the burrow, a nose pressed against the now freshly revealed soil.
and with a breath so deep it threatened to burn her lungs, she tried with desperation to remember their scents — their smell.
but there was nothing there except the scent of earth and musk.
she thought it for the better, curling into herself to slip into a dream and forget.
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