Post by Anima on Feb 10, 2015 18:01:47 GMT -5
It was her day off and it was very clear to see. Her postures, her personality, even the glow in her eyes, were all different than how they usually were. She didn’t just walk down the beach; she strutted through the cool sand with pep in her step. Her head was held high, her dark blue eyes glistening in the light of the sun. Her tail hung relaxed, neither high in dominance nor low in submissiveness. She moved casually as she had no destination in mind or meaning for her walk and even though she was moving further away from where the rest of her pack mates likely were, she for once wasn’t meaning to.
Once she had gotten far enough away to where she was sure she was by herself, she waded into the cold salty water in hopes of washing off. Because of the little time her master had given her to wash off, fry blood had clung to her snowy white pelt in several places and while she was glad no pack member had asked about it yet, she didn’t want to take any chances. The salt stung her wounds and even though she normally would have been quiet, her master’s training kicked in and she whimpered with the pain. She hated showing signs of weakness but it had been literally scarred into her that when she was in pain, she was not to hide it but was to voice it for it was music to her master’s ears.
Once she was sure she had gotten all the dried blood and dirt out of her fur, she walked out of the water and shook off sending tiny droplets of water every which way. After she was fairly dry, she continued walking down the beach until she found a grassy area in the dunes and made her way over to it, sitting down and watching the waves of the tide go in and out. It was a peaceful day and for once, her mind was at rest.