We Live On Front Porches And Swing Life Away

It took her the better part of almost two days, but she was drawing closer. She hadn't seen Bass since before Vereux died, which meant that he also wasn't aware of everything that happened from then until now. No longer were they in the north. No longer was she haunted day in and day out by the memories of the pines that had been part of her past. She didn't have to walk by Vereux' grave everyday, or be reminded of all the bad things that happened there. She could start fresh in their new home, she could relax and spend time with her family. Guiding Dragon and helping him along when he needed it. It was evening, the winter sky turning a mixture of oranges to indigos and purples. The faintest glow of stars began to show, and she was weary. Before she decided to call for Bass, she would wander down to the rapids a bit away from the scent markers. She was parched, and didn't want to call him and end up talking to him with a dry tongue. She would drink first, and then maybe call him or rest a bit away from the borders and then seek him out. She felt that she looked as tired as she felt, her paws aching from the journey. Ultimately she would make her final decision after she quenched her thirst. So without waiting any further, she dipped her head down to drink from the moving water.

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