“Water!” screeched the small, thin wolf as he shot forward to the creek bank. He leapt from the bank, all four paws landing in the creek in a large splash around him. “Oh man that’s cold!” He hissed just as loudly but stuck his face straight down to drink the chilled water anyway. It had been days - or maybe just hours - since his last drink. He had thought he was going to die out here! Where even was here? Benny had no idea. His face came back out of the water with a sputter. “Ugh! What is that taste?” He looked at the creek, disgusted, but it didn’t stop him from drinking more.
Perdita would have know why it tasted funny, and where they were, she always knew things. He missed his sister dearly. He wished he could have found her again. He had gone back and looked, she was that important, he had tried. If he ever saw her again he’d apologize so much. They’d never, ever, ever fight about anything ever again.
Maybe it was worth a shot again anyway. “Perdita?!” He yelled into the dessert. What were the chances she might be here? Well, again, wherever here was. He had found a river at least, and water. Rivers…went places. He could just follow the river and see where it took him. Benvolio climbed out the opposite bank to the one he had gone in from. It looked like west was the right direction to go. West towards adventure! Or, whatever else was over that way.
Nov 05, 2017 01:28 PM
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