Still far from being well, still struggling, Pace had eyed the ocean with hopes of fish many times, but she couldn’t go deep enough for the fish that flitted at this still chilly time of year. So a couple of seagulls had sufficed as dinner, more familiar, more welcome, and she had slept well overnight only to continue the eager but tired gait in the morning.
Being near the ocean again, though, the familiar stretch between the woods and her home… It was like she never left, and she felt a surge of warmth in her chest that kept her going even when she otherwise felt like something was heavy on her back.
Heart picking up in beats as they turned a particular stretch of sand, and her tail began to wag in spite of herself. There, just ahead, the cliffs that bordered the shore turned and rocks rose along the beach, hiding something from view.
Something sparked in her, and though she shouldn’t have, she began to jog. Mismatched eyes alight and alive, she would pay for her exuberance later, but that didn’t matter. She was home. She could rest. And the scents of her family, her dearest companions were still here.
Deep breath in, she howled loud as she could as she approached with vigor, certain they would still recognize her voice. The air was bright, speckled with clouds and little wind to sweep away the noise. The only way this return could have been better is if it had been warm summer weather, but she wasn’t about to wait that long for a grand re-entrance.
Sep 14, 2018 01:23 PM
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