It was just a peek

Life in the Armada was so vastly different from what she was accustomed to. For one, she had a great deal more freedom of movement. She wasn’t confined to one small space for most of her day. She simply made sure she was available whenever Briar needed her. She was always there at bed time, available to wash her lady's paws before dinner, or offer her a massage.

The day itself was fairly free. Baron Artorias had made his way home to Auster, and his presence was keenly felt. However, the turn in attitudes around her didn’t come. Without him to shield her, she was surprised to find that still no one took advantage of her. She started to spread her wings a little. She started to cultivate a little patch of earth in front of Briar’s home. Winter had arrived, so she didn’t plant any seeds yet, but she did work to weed and fertilize the soil. In spring, she would grow her first flowers and herbs. Perhaps they would mature enough for her to take them with them when they moved to Auster. Would Artorias grant her a small patch of ground to grow her own things?

She was lost in the whimsical thoughts when she reached the pack’s border. There, just outside the territory was a beautiful patch of late-blooming pansies. They would be dying in the winter frost regardless, but perhaps she could pick them and brighten her lady's den for a few days.

She stepped over the pack scent markers, half expecting a sudden alarm to pierce the night, for a howl of warning to stop her. Nothing happened. She moved towards the flowers, and then looked a little further afield. Another patch, this one boosted a perfect, beautiful flower. She continued forward, moving into the tree line.


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