Far from home and on my own

The pup would awaken to smell of rabbit, had in fact gravitated towards it in her sleep. She tried and failed to stiffly a giggle and failed at the sight of the pup with her paw about the kill, tongue sneaking out to touch it. A paw would move to Motif?s mouth as the giggle escaped her. She watched the girl, watched her excitement as she fell over the prey. At last Motif would give up the game of spying and creep from her hiding place and into full view. She didn?t know what the pups plans where from here, but she wasn?t about to let the little creature get into any trouble out here in the wild.



She would seat herself on her rump now that she was free from the tangle of the bushed and stretch her tail out behind her, enjoying the pleasant feeling of the sun on the cool winter morning as she waited for the pup to look up and see her.


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