With summer in full swing, Chai had been enjoying the coast as much as any inland wolf could manage. It was nice to be around so many pups, around Pace and life and just general contentedness even if she couldn’t feel it in full, herself. Every day felt a little easier, a little more detached, and today was no different. She’d found herself where she often wandered, seated somewhere along the center of the cove’s shoreline, forepaws dipped just far enough on the wet sand that the waves brushed along the tips of them.
It was relaxing, peaceful, and more than she could ask for from any place really, no negative emotions tied to it all.
She’d been distant but was working on getting better, on making more of an effort at meeting new faces, finding herself. Some part of her longed to pick up the chase of her daughter, to seek out the son she’d not seen in just as long, but it all felt either a loss or wholly terrifying.
So today, she was simply a coastal wolf, memories a dull ache as she tried to remain present, whole. There was no pressing need to be sad. Dante was alive, well. With the sun shining so brightly, she could only try her best to do the same.
Jan 01, 2018 09:52 PM
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