She didn’t even know why she had bothered coming back, honestly. There was nothing here for her just like there had been nothing for her back home. Life was stagnant and frustrating. Her jaw ached from grinding her teeth while she slept and, if she was correct, one of her back molars was chipped from stress. The jagged surface frequently cut the back of her tongue, but she didn’t mind. It seemed to be the only reminder that she was even still alive.
Paloma trotted slowly towards the creek and dropped onto her belly, admiring the water as it rippled from the slight breeze. What she wouldn’t give to feel as though she had a purpose. The she-wolf sighed and took a drink, feeling all sorts of self pity.
Jul 02, 2018 03:14 PM
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