Koren

.>.Returning from the cow pasture, he slipped under the ranch fence to the porch. In the middle of the yard, he shook his ebony pelt furiously to remove the mud from the marshes. Plopping down against the side of the house, he stretched and yawned. Slowly, he closed his eyes, it was hard enough work for one his age.>.

becca

*coming form behind the house almost full grown now becca sees koren an d smells his scent. it smelled like something she used to know.*