- When I was younger...
The waves struck high against the sharp, black rocks with a loud crash. Again, and again it repeated in a soothing lullaby. "Jayse -Jaysyek," a familiar, sweet voice called, and she could hear the seagulls cawing in the distance. She groaned, rolling over, and curling up into a tighter ball. She did not want to wake up. Someone began biting her neck, pulling her ears with a rather small growl. "Dyami, go!" She shook her head trying to shake him. He only pulled harder. "Fine, I'm up." She opened her eyes to see her mother standing just outside the den with a broad smile. Dyami was beside her with a huge smirk. "I wace you!" He barked wheeling off into the warm sand. She sprang forward, chasing after his heels with fierce yaps. The brightness of the sun did not slow her, she threw herself into the game.
They chased each other, back and forth in the shore line letting the smaller waves lap at their paws while Astraea watched. She was unaware of anything wrong till her mother was soon hovering over them. Jayse stopped noting the sad look on her face. Dyami bumped into her side but she bit his cheek in warning. "Mum?" Shed' ask, but her mother's eyes were drawn to a blond figure in the distance.
The sunlight was warm against her face, and closed eyelids. She breathed in deep every scent of her surroundings mixing together. The wetness of rock and earth, the dead grass' frail tinge, and the crisp willow bark. It was nothing like the ocean, but her memory had resurfaced in her mind. She pushed out the new breath in a loud sigh, and opened her eyes to the sparkling light that reflected off the ice, and water of the lagoon. If only it was warm enough to enter. Some physical exercise, the ease rhythm of keeping her head above water would do her good. A frown cut sharply along her muzzle, and her tail was pressed tight against her haunches. Surprisingly her ears were lifted, but not for long. She tromped through the snow, and to the water's edge with them pinned to her skull. She stomped at the snow, making it mush beneath her pads. Soon the mush became mud, and it flew in large drops staining against her white coat.She continued well until her limbs were brown, and her face was painted with muddy freckles. Once her anger and sadness had passed leaving her tired, she merely gave up, and lied down into the mud slush staring out across the far stretch of water.