all washed up

Her thoughts had been to move closer to the ocean, but Rhyme suggested heading inland. She found herself instinctively trusting his decisions. If she hadn’t been so bone weary she might have tossed that thought around her mind a few times. It was likely an important clue to what was missing.

She lay on her stomach a moment longer, and Rhyme returned to her side. She could feel him standing beside her, a presence beyond her pounding head and aching body. She sighed, knowing she had to move. She couldn’t give in to the temptation to stay there. She climbed shakily to her paws, leaning heavily against Rhyme as she did so. “Alright, inland.” She agreed softly, and started to move. Perhaps everything would look a little better after some sleep.


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