January 19-20, 2020
Italics are dreams.

This dream cut a couple times because I didn't sleep well. I'm honestly surprised I dreamed after throwing up randomly before bed.

Xavier and I trot back to my owner after fetching Averie's favorite plant, dark red speckled white Griffin ferns.

~cut~

With my tail wrapped around the wet eyed Wing-Pup, Xavier watches my owner lower Averie's limp body into her grave. Looking at his dead sister, he whimpers.

A little girl begins crying. "She was so cute."

My owner swallows hard, attempting to hold back his tears. "She was doing so well, but went downhill so fast."

A sharp featured man waves his hand dismissively. "Can we just get on with it, Brogan?"

A tall woman beside the man smacks the back of his head. "Can we say our farewells to the Wing-Pup, numbnuts?"

He sighs. "Fine."

~cut~

I crouch low, hidden from the spiked deer by the snow white coat Brogan made for me. Stalking forward, my ears pick up Xavier whining from camp. I dismiss it, seeing my chance. I lunge onto the animal, sinking my teeth into its throat to kill it quickly.