She’s far away, belly deep in tall grass with others by her side.
Ruby.
“She’s here, Stella,” I whisper. “Ruby’s safe. Just like I promised.”
I call to Ruby, but the wind tugs at my words and I know she’ll never hear me.
Still, Ruby pauses for a second, her ears spread wide like tiny sails.
Then, with lumbering grace, she moves on through the grass.