all washed up

She left the choice to him, and found he agreed with her. He must be as exhausted as she was. Filling her belly with water and washing away the grime had only emphasised her own exhaustion. She needed time to heal, to sooth the battered feeling of her body. Surely some of their memories would return with the morning. Right?

“Alright, so we agree. Sleep first.” she said, her words punctuated by a yawn as she pushed her way through the water and pulled herself to shore with little grace. She shook out her coat, and shivered a little in the wind. They needed to find somewhere to sleep, and she was loath to go too far from the peaceful little waterfall they had found. But they didn’t know this land, and what other predators used it as a watering hole.

It would probably be wise to put at least a little distance between it and them. She sighed , taking a couple steps, her paws dragging. It was probably wise to keep close to the beach. Logical dictated that predators would be more likely to come from inland. She just needed to head… she turned triangulating her position, and her head spun. She winced, dizzy and sank to her stomach. Suddenly, the idea of moving seemed too difficult to bear.

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