Walkabout

Moving through the grass the young Archer decided that she needed to return to this place in the spring. She could just imagine what it might be like once the grass was green again and the flowers had bloomed. She didn't know what the winter would bring for her and her family. She believed that they could make it through okay with the right preparations. Avella listened and watched for any sign of movement that might indicated a meal.

Believing that she was alone and had nothing to worry about she let her thoughts drift. She thought about Clouse and Scully and whether they might like to see the meadow. Maybe even the view of the ocean, it was beautiful. Something that should be seen at least once. The ocean was something that the lore hadn't had. She was stuck in a cycle of comparing the two places.

Avella was brought from her thoughts by the sound of a tiny rustle. Her eyes began to scan for the movement of the grass that would indicate a snack. When she thought she saw what she was looking for she started searching for a scent. The Archer didn't get very far when she heard a bark. It sounded male and friendly. Abandoning her search mismatched gaze searched for the source.

It didn't take her long to spot the stranger. She returned with a friendly bark of her own before moving in his direction. She wondered if maybe this might be the first friend she would make in this new place. Maybe he could help her to know what she should be prepared for. "Hello," she said when she was closer, "I wasn't expecting to run into anyone but I'm glad to have."