Willow

6 y/o Female

Siberian Husky

Willow stands in rolling fog, ears pricked toward distant howls while dew gathers along her whiskers.

She bolted into thicker white and her shape dissolved.

Vanished in fog

Hold and follow the safe path through the mist without startling her into running.

Lost in a misty meadow with predators nearby.

Fog wrapped the meadow and swallowed Willow’s tracks. She paused at every rustle, listening for teeth in the gray.

hei what do you try to find here man?

nothing fancy, just some ajax stuff

You guided her slow and true until grass brightened and the wind softened.

Out of the mist

Gentle, independent, loyal

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