Each Day Gone By

The green eyed she-wolf continued to move in a southern direction. From the Manatee Cove past Dragon's Bay until tall oaks reaching higher and higher for the sky loomed ahead. Their ancient boughs hanging with green leaves and dry withering leaves due to the heat of the season.

She could feel the suns not so gentle rays penetrating her fur and heating her back and the top of her head. It was too hot in the afternoon sun and thus she thanked the stars for the shade ahead of her.

With the knowledge there was shelter ahead she picked up the pace from a slow weary walk to a trot which soon turned into a gallop. Her nails brought up a bit of dirt and grass so thirsty for water it had grown yellow and brown and brittle.

In no time at all she passed the first couple of trees, the youngest of the forest itself and headed for inward, her pace slowing once more to a slow walk.

A sigh of relief escaped her parted jowls as her tongue lolled out of her mouth with a pant of breath. At least she'd escaped the heat of the day and felt at least ten degrees cooler and better yet she didn't feel the sun overheating her back.

Later she knew she'd continue her journey. Not until she felt a sense of rightness about where she decided to settle. But everything around her was all too knew and she wanted to explore a bit more. To cross the land and see what else there was and who was there.

Flopping down beneath the canopy of a large oak she lay on the cool shaded moss where a cluster of mushrooms had circled around.