Can't Woof It Out | Marshall x Everest [Book Two] ✔⚙

Chapter Thirteen

         "A broken vase?" Questions the flabbergasted husky. As she locks her eyes with his, it appears that the tapestry's been threaded with these cottoned amaranth lines into the mesh of these fibrous sheets, born from such tiny creatures that serve a great purpose, it was made seamlessly.

          "Yes, he's.. A repair, but if you take your time helping him piece those broken shards together, you'd slowly see what he truly is."

         "Is that what you did?" Chase nodded upon her query, and Everest pondered upon his words again.

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          Once the canvass had concluded naturally on its own, the Husky herself had decided to keep her mind off of the said Dalmatian for a while, and that it seems that she has nothing to worry she'll ever be kicked out of the clan.

         It was on her own discovery to assimilate that Marshall had spitefully ululated in means to blow off steam from the sudden stressful event. She hadn't considered fully that the German Shepherd meant the Dally equally as oxygen to him, and he probably was the only one to fully understand him.

          During that train of thought, she too admitted her mistakes that both he and she hadn't exactly been doing the exact right thing — Marshall refusing to make amends with her, and Everest refusing to apologize both to Marshall and Chase properly — so who was she to get furious at? And so, she leveled her temper towards the Dally who has freight on his shoulders.

           "Oh?" Gasped Everest in surprise, as she had accidentally bumped into a certain Chocolate Lab. Upon collision, she managed to get a picture of him perfectly. He had soft brown locks stitched upon his healthy-looking flesh, a faulty yet perfect muzzle, and had warm olive green orbs that were sculpted in a way that looked like a lone island.

          Quickly muttering an apology, the said canine quickly looked away from the awkward situation, to only end up for Everest to take a better close-up look of him. He was studiously looking at the vast expanse of the South, though the Husky couldn't exactly confirm what he was precisely looking at. She assumed foolishly it was a ghost anyway.

          "What happened? You seem tense, and your nose too?" She points out, which made him flinch due to her straightforwardness, though his gaze persisted to look away from her, though it no longer looked to where Everest knew it was; rather, they were pinned to the grassy flooring that belonged to everyone.

           As Zuma carefully tapped on his said fur that had a scar as if he hadn't known, he quickly stumbled on his words and said "It was nothing. It probably was an accident." Then he excused himself out of the scene.

          Before she could further interrogate him of what ruffled his fur, he was no longer within her radar and that he'd travel farther away from where she stood. She assumed it was something confidentially personal, and that she decided not to bother him any longer.

          Though her curiosity had gotten the best of her and decided to take a peek of where he was looking. To her dismay, there was nobody nor nothing there, which only fueled her confusion and desire to sate this ever-growing child of hers.

          "Why in the world is everyone so secretive to me?" Is what rings within her conscience "So far, it's only been Ryder, Skye, and now Chase who's been quite welcoming."

          She sighed exasperatingly and had collapsed herself purposefully onto the greenery, minding not a single soul to the obvious itch of its leafy tips brushing against her fur. It was a mere object that withholds no such emotion nor scheme intending to bother her, it was obviously nothing compared to actual livings that could natter such harsh outcomes from a to z.