No Snowflake is the Same
Cana watched in silence as the wolf ran off, then focused on the now shortened limb that Bob lifted off the ground then set back down. She wondered what was going on in his head, was he thinking about the attack, how his leg looked now without a paw? What was he thinking? Was he experiencing a lot of paw or was the herb the wolf gave him helping? How did he feel? So many questions were swirling around in the young hound's head,but she couldn't focus on one too long because another would come along and bump it out of the way.
Movement caused her to shake her head, clearing it of the thoughts, refocusing to see Bob looking up at the sky, snowflakes landing in his mouth and on his head, managing to chuckle. She did just as he said, focused her dark gaze one the falling white flake, a smile forming on her lips. ?It is pretty.? She said finally, parting her jaws, sticking her tongue out and watching a few flakes gently land on it then melt away. She just lay there a bit, enjoying the sight of the snow falling, taking a deep breath. "normal. cana talk. cana think. you." Awesome image by Canttina <3 |