Willows
05-20-2020, 11:26 PM
How so very hard it was, to think of what had gone before. Only the barest flashes crossed her mind, and she felt sick to her stomach at the images. She couldn't forget them, no, but she'd so well hidden them in the recesses of her mind. When she conjured them up again, they were almost like new. Mal tasted a copper tang in the back of her throat, but she couldn't be sure if it was real.
Damn. If only there were a few lavender flowers around. It was the only plant she knew thus far that could soothe this uneasiness she felt, and she didn't carry any with her, either. With a sigh, she turned over onto her belly and pushed herself to her paws. Padding over to the stream, she dunked her head in, grateful for the icy shock of water. She held it there until she couldn't stand it any longer, and tugged free, gasping for air and dripping wet and cold. She pawed at her face, and sloughed the excess water away. Her face would probably be a bit damp, still, by the time she returned to the campsite.
The living woods, the hum of insects, the bubbling streams and the occasional call, weren't the only sounds that filled the air. Mal was only a couple of feet away from the campsite when her ears swiveled forward, straining to hear the man's faint tune. She pressed forward curiously, stepping into the light of the fire, and spied Cairo fleshing the hide as he hummed. She walked over to her original spot, and bedded down.
They never sang that often in the Armada, but they did in her old pack. Great choruses that filled the air just before a hunt, or after. Soft lullabies when Pia put her and her siblings to bed. Her ears twitched, eyes trained on him as he hummed, her features softening as she listened.
It was soothing to hear.
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