Sikozu had insisted that she be the one to break the news to her daughter. Nettle took her at her word, but decided to poke around at Akira’s frame of mind anyway. Easier to hate a wicked aunt than a wicked mother, she thought. And perhaps Nettle’s hard edges were better suited to guiding a strident child such as her.
There was rain on the air, a blackening sky out to the west and a certain expectant quiet from the birds who usually scrapped for territory in the trees and field. At the very least she would need to be reminded to come in from the wet. With the same cool patience she had practiced, tried to practice ever since the spring, she followed scent trails out from the patch of ground where the family nested.
It was good to smell other puppy tracks tracing over theirs. Good to be somewhere healthy.
Feb 14, 2018 12:36 AM
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