Hush Meadow blind flight

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/bluepups/sibtable1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top: 315px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; text-align:justify;">The male turned towards her, grumbled a few short words, and quickly rose and started walking away. Sibyl moved forward as if to follow, but paused with her front paw held motionless in midair. What was she doing? The small shred of kindness he had shown her was like warmth to a sightless, newborn pup. A pup didn't understand what the source of warmth may be, but was inexplicably drawn towards it. Likewise, Sibyl didn't understand where from the aloof loner had managed to draw up any sort of generosity, and she only knew that she would take what compassion she could get.

She realized that the man's patience with her was already stretched thin, and it was for the better that she too should leave. She needed to return to the Hollow so that she could take time to rest, heal, and forge new relationships with her pack mates. A ghost of a smile crossed her face at the thought, and she hoped that the loner might find some friends, too. She turned around, sparing one last look over her shoulder towards the shrinking dark form of the wolf, and hobbled back towards Grizzly Hollow.

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