We Don't Have To Dance

A splash in the water startled him for a moment, the male quickly turning to face the lake only to realize it had just been his companion pulling a fish out. He watched him fly to a nearby tree with his freshly caught meal before he sighed with annoyance. He didn't very much like surprises or being startled, and his companion had done both. The young male turned away to continue his walk along the shore when the all too familiar scent of his mother washed over him. His breath hitched in his throat for a moment as his heart pounded in his ears. He wasn't sure if he had expected his mother to be out here, but he was glad she was. It meant she was still alive, and hopefully, still going strong. Maybe they had more time together than he initially thought, and his fears slowly melted away.

Hurrying to track her down, he found her soon enough and uttered a low bark to let her know he was there. He didn't hesitate to approach her, tail wagging and a smile plastered to his face. She did't look the healthiest, but he attributed that to her old age and the sickness that plagued her. Despite his worries, however, his happiness at seeing her trumped that. He was concerned, yes. But he would help her where she needed it and love her until her last breath and beyond. "Mother, it's so good to see you again!" He murmured as he pressed his head gently into the fur of her neck. He breathed in her scent, wishing he could go back to the days as a pup again.

"SPEAK"