moo moo

The waves lapped over her paws, brows furrowed as she stared out at the sea and the islands not so distance from the shore. Her family had lived here once, so she'd been told, but little remained to suggest as much. Even the glorious palace had crumbled due to disrepair, nothing more than dead-end tunnels that no longer went anywhere An overgrown island of bamboo was easy to spot, she imagined her Grandfather had been the one to plant those trees. That from what she'd heard about him, he would have kept the place neat and trim, but in his absence it was all rather wild.

Maki had never been the leading sort but she wondered...what sort of place she'd choose to put down roots, what would feel right and like home now that she was left to her own devices?

Deep thoughts for a worm ridden cow.