"At this point, I don't care if I ever see another goose again..." she muttered darkly, once she was done. Although, if she were to be honest with herself, Laurel wouldn't have minded if some prey animal just dropped dead before her. Her stomach felt like was twisting inside-out with hunger, and her paws! They ached a great deal; She suspected that her pads were torn up as well, but she couldn't bring herself to look.
Lazily stretching forward, Laurel dunked her front paws in and sighed. She didn't care if it looked like rain, she didn't care that her fur was already wet, she didn't care that she was unprotected, she didn't care that she didn't know were she was, and she didn't care that fish were nibbling on her toes. She was tired, and it wasn't likely for her to get up soon.
What was I thinking? The pool sparkled here and there as clouds began to obstruct the sun. Me, a lone wolf? Laurel laughed at herself and her silly notions, then promptly dropped her head back in for another drink.