Still Life On The Water

Mæva settled on the edge of the water, stretched out on a fallen log in the sun as she watched the water reflect the sky. A blue heron was out fishing. She watched as it gracefully walked through the water, head tilting from side to side as it scouted for fish. It was autumn now though she hadn't noticed much of a difference in the landscape yet. It was probably too early. She'd be happy if the heat cooled a bit. Her head flopped down on her fore arms as an ear twitched. She was bored. Mæva wasn't quite sure what to do with herself now that they'd arrived in Boreas and met the family. She was getting older now and while she'd considered striking on and joining a pack she really wasn't a pack wolf. She couldn't imagine being glued to one spot.