hot air on dark fur was what woke her from her slumber. she had spent the night alone at the oasis, but had not intended on sleeping for so long. she had meant only to sleep a short while and then head back home. yet, she was waking with the sun high above her and her pelt burning with the heat of the day. frowning silently, she would rise to her paws and move to the waters edge. wary of any dangers within the water.

crocodiles were always a worry for her. lapping the cooling water for a bit, she soon turned back to her little resting place. there, laying on the sands, was a smaller satchel like her own. she had no idea if boy would like such a gift. frankly, she was worried he would not care for it at all, but she decided to craft one out of reeds for him.

always dead figured he could hide his own items in it. after all, he seemed to like helping her in the garden, so maybe he could collect his own seeds in it? limping over on her good three legs, she would grab the satchel carefully by the vine that made its handle. carrying it as she moved towards camp once more. only stopping when she was on the porch of kold and boy's home.

setting the gift down, she would lower her haunched to the ground. raising her front right paw to tap on the door. her eyes soft as she waited to see who would answer. boy of kold. both were friends of hers. she planned to get a satchel decorated with bones for kold. she just had to find the bones for the larger satchel, which was stashed in her home.

it was strange, really. having friends.

she liked it.

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