Maeve
I jumped over the balcony as Vesta took over. She landed on her paws on the soft mud and took off to the surrounding woods. Vesta ran for an hour, letting the cool breeze tousle her fur. Mist was her constant companion. It swirled around her legs as if it loved hugging her.
She yelped and yipped, pursued bunnies and butterflies, came across a flock of white pigeons and chased them everywhere. Finally, a bunch of doves and butterflies sat on her fur as she sprawled across a patch of grass.
Her happiness permeated through me. It was as if she was this happy for the first time in her life. I really couldn’t understand why she was so joyous, but feeling her joy soothed my soul.
Surprisingly, she didn’t encounter any wolves during her free run. Though she was pretty ready to charge an
