Life is better with a book

She shrugged the strap of her new bag on and sat then, waiting for him to finish what he was doing. Her mind was still trying to work out what she had done wrong. Why he pushed her away. What had prompted him to start shaking. Her eyes were on the floor in front of her while she thought and he worked silently. She could hear the crunch of bone and tearing of flesh as he ate from the snake and skinned it.

Definitely she didn't want to eat that. Snake was an acquired taste. Though if he told her to or asked she would do it. She wouldn't defy his orders. He was the master and she the slave, no matter how he treated her.

She could hear him coming closer and lifted her eye for a second to him. His nod having her stand and turn. His order not needed but heard. "What else can we find here." She wasn't sure so she shrugged her scrawny shoulders and moved on. Her eye taking in the place. It looked worn and weathered but she could definitely feel a pull here. She rather enjoyed the island's tropical feeling.

She moved on to the next place through a doorway and cocked her head. There were large rusty and shiny things with colorful fabrics displayed on them. A lot of them were tattered and beyond repair but perhaps they could use some of it to create a nice nest or bandages with, if they spent the night here that was. This room had more trinkets and such as well. As well as a shelf with half destroyed plush creatures. This place was a treasure trove of wonder.

She moved towards the shelf with plush creatures and stood on her hind legs placing her front legs on the shelf. It was sturdy and this place would definitely make a good place to stay and base out of if they had to. Her nose touched a worn stuffed bear and she gave a sad breath. She'd had one once, but those days of plush creatures and sweet songs were long gone. She pushed off the shelf and turned to head back to see what he had found. Most of what she found was seeming like junk.

"Things I Hear"