She howled in the distance, her yelps fading, she was chasing something or being chased.
She tracked us as we climbed a peak and saw wilderness in every direction, tamaracks yellow among the ponderosa pine.
She came back. She circled, she came back again. She came back with a bloody leg. She came for scritches and breakfast. She came back thigh deep in mud. She came back with a pelt in her mouth not once but twice.
She came back and slept by the woodstove in the cabin beside us.
@compostablespork lovely! what a treat for her.
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