Sorrel was confused.
She didn’t know where her mama was. There had been a meeting, and lots of words, but none of it really made much sense to the girl. She had a hard time paying attention to people talking, usually, and this time she was mostly distracted by the big question. Where was mama? Where was Da? What had happened?
Was this just what happened when you were this age? Was this what life looked like, now?
She didn’t know. But she was frightened, and confused, and more than anything just wanted answers.
And so the pup had slipped away, because it was not so very difficult for one sleepy gray pup to vanish from beneath the paws of an overworked and recently appointed guardian. Sorrel felt no particular affection toward any of the adults in the pack who had stepped forward to help. She did not know them.
It was an exhausting walk all the way back here to the old den. By the time she arrived, she was very ready for a nap.
She crawled down into the old hole, pressing herself in close against the dirt at the back. It wasn’t warm anymore. No one had slept in it to heat it up with their bodies. But it still smelled like her mother, and that helped. There were still bits of fur and fluff and she snuggled in against them and slept, and in her dreams she remembered how it felt to have a mama and a Da and how they had both looked and smelled and loved them, even if their memories were getting hazier by the day.
Dec 28, 2017 01:01 PM
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