sweater weather
05-25-2022, 10:55 PM
This land was new.
She had been here for a few days, venturing little and doing 'not much'. If she had to be honest, she'd say she was apprehensive. Too many places. Too many faces. Not enough sticking around, nor reasons to stick around. Wren decided to stick close to the water for now. It hadn't ever steered her wrong. She could count on it for direction, safety, and for comfort. Swishing a salmon pin tongue over her nose briefly, she got up and stopped feeling sorry for herself. There were places to be! Things to do! Stuff.. she'd find out eventually.
Whatever that was.
Wren knew better than to howl and alert others of her location. The den she left behind was makeshift at best. She roamed closer and closer to the waves, letting the chilly water suckle at her legs. The woman resisted a shudder, her pelt a bit on the thin side. Before long, she moved to the snow-covered sands. Movement caught her eye. The Bay seemed to be alerting her of a new face. Wren remained where she was, remained outwardly calm. What would happen now? She was surely spotted.
But would this be a good meeting?
She had been here for a few days, venturing little and doing 'not much'. If she had to be honest, she'd say she was apprehensive. Too many places. Too many faces. Not enough sticking around, nor reasons to stick around. Wren decided to stick close to the water for now. It hadn't ever steered her wrong. She could count on it for direction, safety, and for comfort. Swishing a salmon pin tongue over her nose briefly, she got up and stopped feeling sorry for herself. There were places to be! Things to do! Stuff.. she'd find out eventually.
Whatever that was.
Wren knew better than to howl and alert others of her location. The den she left behind was makeshift at best. She roamed closer and closer to the waves, letting the chilly water suckle at her legs. The woman resisted a shudder, her pelt a bit on the thin side. Before long, she moved to the snow-covered sands. Movement caught her eye. The Bay seemed to be alerting her of a new face. Wren remained where she was, remained outwardly calm. What would happen now? She was surely spotted.
But would this be a good meeting?
put me out of my misery
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me