Where We Start Again

Lupa laid on the rock as he has so many times over the last few weeks. It was hard watching Nox go through the hardships. Lupa had to force her to eat and drink the first week. The silence was killing him, and he so missed the talks he was so accustomed to. Lupa was also hurting as he missed the children. Most of all, he missed his friend. Lupa breathed in the salty sea air. It tickled his snout like a playful imp dancing on his tongue. He had never seen the sea before with the great expanse that laid before him. The sun was getting high in the sky when Lupa noticed a shift in his friend as she rose up from the spot that she had been sulking on for weeks.

Lupa hoped off the bolder and feet the sand squish between his toes. If he wasn’t so worried, he would be giddy. This place is better than the swamp. Lupa thought to himself. Someday I want to live where I can see this every day. He thought as he worked his way down the sand dune to the beach. Lupa approached his friend and brushed her shoulder lightly. “How are you today Nox. Are you hungry?” Lupa studied the food he left for her the night before and was pleased to see she had eaten some of it. “I miss them too, you know,” Lupa said as he comforted his friend. He could tell by now what she was thinking of, the hardened expression on her face said as much, but the pained look in her eyes said even more. But new lands mean new opportunities, new people, and second chances.