Hidden Treasures

She was incessantly restless, and with it came an industriousness that didn’t let her rest. She nearly staggered under the weight of a hide, upon which weighed a great wooden log, strangely shaped. The going had been hard—it was good muscle training, and the heavy work helped soothe her bodily frustrations that came with her third year. The stagger came from the fact that she’d just caught up on a stick jutting from the ground for perhaps the hundred-thousandth time over the whole journey, but finally, she was home.

She stepped back in the traces and wriggled from the harness, grumbling softly as she bent to fasten her jaws on the hide, jerking hard and unhooking it from the stick.

She rolled her aching shoulders with a groan but stepped back into the traces and harness again as a fresh surge of heat unfurled within her, and she grit her teeth, stepping back and lunging forward and to the side, shifting the weight laboriously closer to the wall and the passage that beckoned the Spirit home into the moorland.

Her hind claws dug into the earth, and she prevailed as the load began to trundle slowly forward, her muscles rippling visibly under her shimmering white coat. She was determined to get this log home. It had been a find she and Amos had stumbled across in the Bifrost but hadn’t been able to bring back with them. Now Amos was gone, but she’d be damned if she let it lay there and be buried forever. Something about it called to her curiosity.

A growl burst from her lips as she passed through the opening in the wall—victory. Now she would rest.

The Spirit released the tension on the traces and slipped out of them, dropping to the ground by the hide and its cargo, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think