Wes's POV
We stumble as she comes into view.
Her beautiful brown fur now coated in mud as she lays peacefully waiting for us.
We force ourselves to an achingly slow pace as we approach her.
Eagerly waiting for her head to turn ... to notice us.
We are almost upon her when her head swivels, her body moving quickly as she takes steps away from us.
I can see the moment she recognizes us... the tension easing from her muscles as she relaxes once more.
She then tilts her head, beckoning our attention behind us. Beckoning our attention elsewhere.
Elsewhere.
Elsewhere.
How could my attention be anywhere but her?!
My eyes remain connected with hers as we step closer, her scent near burning as I breathe it deep into my lungs.
Her head tilts to the side, looking at us curiously, her eyes
