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As she approached the edge of the lagoon, the young wolf sniffed suspiciously at the sandy bank. She had come upon the hidden pool so suddenly—and desired a drink so intensely-- that she was inclined to think it was just a mirage. When the sniff-test checked out, she didn't hesitate to lap up a few heavenly mouthfuls. If this lagoon was a mental construction, it was an incredibly convincing and refreshing one. When Naia had started her journey through the Great Pass several weeks ago, spring was barely a whisper in the blustery winter winds. Now though, the warm weather was setting in and making passage through the dry, dusty gorge almost unbearable. Not for the first time, the weary traveler thought about ending her journey here and making a home in this enchanting land.
Naia waded a few steps into the shallows, watching in fascination as a school of minnows approached to investigate the furry intruder. The young wolf lifted her paw off of the sandy bottom and the fish darted away, but in moments they were back and nibbling at her footpad in the spaces between her toes. They’re so brave when they’re small, she mused, lifting her gaze to look out over the lagoon. She thought she spotted a few larger fish a little farther out, mere shadows drifting lazily below the glassy surface. The fully-grown fish would be much too afraid to approach, she knew. Wolves are like that too, Naia thought, fearless when they’re pups, but when they grow up… Naia frowned, remembering a wolf she had met a few days ago in the burned-down woods. That poor female was so terrified of some unseen pursuer that she couldn't stop running long enough to realize that nothing was chasing her. Shaking her head sadly, Naia finished the thought, some wolves are defined by their fears...
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