Silent Flow (Patreon)

The living dust writhed within my fur, ten thousand souls clawing at what they had lost and seeking to scatter me to the wind as well. As I approached another eroded bastion a wet heat filled my nose causing me to sneeze. the moisture clung to my throat, my search taking me only a short way off. a small spring lapped at my paws; its warm kiss weakened my legs... and I uh...

...I stumbled forward and fell into the shallow pond...

a small rest to wash away the lives I inadvertently carry on my journey surely won't cause harm.