the ghost of billy royalton

So far, the grassy lake was his favourite place. The lake was not as big as the one at the centre of the island, but the tall grasses made such a nice sound when the breeze picked up. And when the sun set, and the strange little lights filled the air, it was even better! As he picked his way around the lakeside, taking an odd moment here or there to pat a growing lily pad with his tiny paw and watch it jiggle over the rippling water. It wasn't until he had stumbled over a stray fur that he noticed there was a little lounge by the shore of the lake. A gleeful gurgling trill escaped him, his skinny little tail wagging with delight.

The lounge was likely not intended for him, most of the furnishings were quite large, meant for wolves much older than himself. Able to comfortably settle on the plush cushions and enjoy the shade without needing to wrestle their bedding into submission. Regardless, he was eager to sniff and possibly touch everything he could. That long, angular snout was already low to the ground in search of scraps of food left behind, or interesting trinkets he could collect while no one was looking. Nothing to eat, that was for certain. The odd, spindly wolfdog lifted his head eventually, and rested his chin on a particularly large cushion with a long sigh.

Carefully, he lifted one forelimb, and then another. Up onto the big pillow. Then a back leg, and then the other. Oh, wow. Comfy. He flopped over onto his side, letting his head loll over the side for a little while as he enjoyed the shade and the ambiance of the lakeside lounge.

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