For Laxago

Laxago was not doing particularly well today. My greeting hung in the air, heavy and then gone. Though I could read an acknowledgement in her body language I couldn't help but feel somewhat hurt that she could not find the energy to return a verbal exchange. I decided that we would stay here. Perhaps until the fall began. Long days of travel had not done Laxago any good and at least here there was a steady water supply and a good amount of game. In such a fertile land there were bound to be others not far from us. I could venture in the night while Laxago slept until I found a pack we could join. If I did not find anything we could move on later in the year. I walked a couple of steps upstream and entered the water. It was cool against my body, my black pelt had absorbed the summer heat from the sun. It was my thin physique that kept me cool on hot days. I waded deeper, causing the small fish in the stream to flee away from me and towards Laxago who appeared some what interested in hunting them. If not seriously, then as a game. It would be lovely to see Laxago do something that would be at least vaguely fun for her.