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Anna was drained by the constant prison of grey clouds and never ending rain that seeped from it. Enough was enough. She glided across her room and placed her pale fingers against the icy window. She thought looked paler than normal. Water slid like tears down the cold glass causing her to exhale deeply, fogging up her reflection. Making a fist, she struck the window, smudging away her finger prints and, with it, the evidence of her dismay. She sighed again and went back to pacing across her wooden floors.

The young woman just wanted to go hunting. She hadn't been in days, and her mood was worsening with the weather. Running her fingers through her hair, she wondered what on Earth had possessed her to cut it so short. She gulped and shook her head, growing weary from all her pacing. She just couldn't seem to stop.

Anna was facing the window again, but a soft bark had her spinning around as quick as she possibly could.

Her hand flew to her chest, "Jebus Josiah, you scared me," she scolded.

The Australian shepherd had ****** his head to the side, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as his tail wagged happily.

"Oh," she relented. "Come here, baby."

The happy dog slinked into the bedroom and leaned against her leg. His tail was thumping harder onto the floor as he looked up at her. Anna couldn't help her small smile as she reached down and scratched his head. Josiah barked happily before suddenly running out.

"What's gotten into him?" Anna wondered aloud.

She shrugged at her own question, and decided to follow. She almost tripped over him before finding him lying at the top of the stairs, looking up at her expectantly.

"Josiah, are you trying to kill me?" Anna scolded halfheartedly, then laughed and sunk to her knees to scratch behind his ears the way he loved so much.

At least he could be happy, even if she couldn't; Josiahs' tail had to be wagging a mile a minute. Anna smiled wider at him.

"Oh you silly boy,” said Anna lovingly to the longhaired hound.

Suddenly, he was on his feet, his hair raised as he growled menacingly. Anna pushed him out of the way and quietly slunk down the stairs. Unconsciously she glanced back up at the dog at the top of the stairs, noticing that he had lain back down, now covering his eyes with his paws giving her a deep feeling of uneasiness.

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