I'm as restless as a willow in a rainstorm

The surprisingly gentle Winter wind ruffled the woman's fur. She distant smell of crashing waves urged her to move, to just run to the shore. She was sure that the wind carried the scent from the Rio Grande. She remembered the lands well, especially the plentiful fish to be found there.

Almost ready to just take off, Locha turned to look over her shoulder at the prairie. A flash of blue caught the woman's eyes. She saw a very determined-looking Aurora. Where was she going? Locha had seldom seen her without her much more boisterous sister. With a puzzled smile, Locha turned away, moulding her features into neutrality as her little niece turned her way. Was she coming over here?

A few moments later Locha's question was answered. She heard little pawsteps approaching her and then a small "thwump" of a little body sitting down. Turning her head, Locha looked down to see her niece, tail wagging behind her and a grin on her face. She seemed to be looking at the different patches a blue that coloured her coat. Her niece was definitely the most vibrantly blue shaded of the family, and Locha was a tad jealous. Her own blue fur wasn't even natural, it had been a mere coincidence that she'd found ink to dye it with, but her niece had been born with such beautiful fur. Sitting down, Locha smiled, waiting for little Aurora to notice her gaze.


"ICECOLD"