RHODES
I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING -- TO FIGHT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE FLYING

It was late into the evening when Rhodes found herself walking toward the rocky shore. Moonlight cast a wan pale glow over the rocky cliffs as she ambled her way along with a slowness that didn’t match the anxious hammering of her heart. The hellion mix lifted her head high, taking a deep breath as the sea breeze ruffled her fur. She had been haunted by troublesome dreams tonight.

It happened upon occasion. It was easy to blame it on a number of factors; poor diet, lack of exercise, lack of socialization - but even understanding the reason would not really soothe her. The piebald yearling felt frantic and particularly anxious tonight.

She picked her way down the rocky cliff, taking her time on the treacherous shale, placing each delicate paw carefully. It would do her no good to slip and break her neck in the middle of the night. She was fairly graceful, but the thought nagged at the back of her mind. An anxious gnat-like thought that joined the buzzing cloud of the other anxious gnat-like thoughts. Even as she reached the bottom it softened but did not vanish - what if she fell on the way back up? What if she ran into something dangerous on the beach and had to flee this direction again?  

The lanky youth padded down the beach - the stone gave way to black sand. Somewhat cold, but pleasant beneath her paws nonetheless. Rhodes breathed a heavy melancholy sigh as she looked out over the ocean. Her mismatched ears perked as she focused on the rhythmic sound of the waves in the hope that might ease her anxious mood.