had she died again? teleported again to somewhere new? if she had, it was still as a wolf, still confined to this form that wasn't familiar, but not unfamiliar either. but did it matter? some floaty, dreamy feeling within her told her no, no it didn't. not right now, anyway.
what was more important?
the smell of flowers. the sound of water. the beatific, glowy haze that illuminated this land. there was something here, something different and... she couldn't place her finger paw on it.
“is this a dream?” she murmured to herself, looking at the next large leaf that floated down the river in front of her. what would happen if she got on it? would it sink? her weight shifted as she thought to find out, not realizing who was coming up behind her.
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