09-30-2022, 04:45 AM
Nikolai found himself returning to the grove more than he intended, finding something of ease amongst the wildflowers and timid prey which seemed to take fright of him, a new sensation when for so long he was an attentive guard of vulnerable creatures. The wolfdog thought not much more than that, though, returning to the same spot in a meadow where his body had begun to leave an imprint. And it was from this spot he stirred one morning, when the sun was cresting the edge of the earth and setting light down through the canopies above, yawning, he stretched out his forelegs all long and sore. It wasn't sleep, still far from it, but an impression of slumber was better than nothing, he supposed.
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