pup patrol

After some trial and error, they'd sort of stumbled on to a work around: if she coated her paw pads in a thick mud or beeswax, the allergies weren't quite so bad. Sure, her eyes still streamed - fiercely at the height of day when sunlight bore down her - but not quite so bad this early in the morning. There was a light fog on the ground that cast everything in a more mysterious aura. Mak drank it all in, darting every which way. It was one of the first few days she'd been set loose on her own after this temporary solution had been figured out. Which, of course, meant she could chase after and nag her siblings all she'd like! There was a lot to catch up on, after all. They'd all been out exploring and she'd been cooped up since the dawn of time! Or, since they'd been born, which was when she considered the world really must have gotten exciting. Just up ahead she spotted her brother, flickering like a ghostly ember in and out of the fog. "Hey, hey, hey! Wait up!" she hollered, speeding up until she careened into his rear end.