white lies

Wandering seemed to be becoming a nasty habit of his. Not that he could help it really, he had no friends, had made no friends since arriving on the strange continent and had gained no purpose. From time to time he collected herbs just to say he did and brought them with him for a time before stashing them in random places and promptly forgetting they existed. The day before he had wandered over the sand barge connecting the two landmasses, secretly hoping that the new land would bring him some sense of purpose although so far nothing had. That was until he found the garden.

It was a marvelous place to him; full of medicinal plants, all of them ripe with from summer showers. What first caught his attention however was the living shadow gliding through the overgrown plants. He didn’t look like any creature he had ever seen before; a collection of smooth curves and plush fleece-like fur.
“H-h-hello?” He barked, keeping his chest low to the ground and ears pinned cautiously. Maybe this was what wolves looked like across the sand bar?

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