Soleda

Boring... everything was boring recently. Abamacho was gone... yet again... the pups were off somewhere playing... and she was alone.

The slate gray alphess heaved her bod up with a grunt, a scowl on her pretty face. If Abamacho was so determined not to be home, she would not be home for him to miss... she'd run off, put some scare into him, maybe knock some sense into him.

That decision made, there was only the question of where to go... she put her barin to work, thinking...