Chapter Forty-Five: Letting Go
The forest was starting to give way to steep drops and rocky paths. Tree roots stretched beside the tread-earth, and the smell of salt thickened with each step. We walked for a very long time. The sun was high in the sky, and the light I'd seen earlier was thinning out against the treeline. I blinked hard against the searing light, though I enjoyed the heat baking my fur. I even caught myself smoothing my fur with my muzzle, catching clumps of orange hair on my tongue. With each step, I was leaving a little more of the traumatic past few days behind. We're close to the beach. Something about the wind and the salty breeze opened my heart a little. In the distance, I could hear the waves crash on the shore and seagulls swoop overhead. I was full. I wouldn't have to eat for a while, but
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