When: late Sunday night
Where: starting outside
What: Charlie finds Fenrir dead while out for a run
Charlie was actually in a somewhat good mood. Ok, so it wasn't all that 'good', but it was a great deal better than he'd felt in recent weeks. He was finally starting to come to terms with what had happened and attempting to move forward with his life. All the running he'd done lately was proving to be the best therapy of all. He could talk and talk with the people in his life, but that didn't work as well as exerting energy and clearing his mind in the process.
It was typical for Cassius to run ahead of Charlie. He was an athletic and adventurous dog. But Cassius rarely ran too far, and he always came back when Charlie called. Tonight, he caught the scent of something and bolted. Charlie was yelling after him, but the dog didn't come. "Fuck," Charlie groaned and sped off in the direction where Cassius vanished. If it was a rabbit in a bush or a cat up a tree, Charlie would send the dog to bed without a treat tonight. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Charlie stopped in his tracks when he caught up with his dog. Cassius was sniffing and nudging a body on the ground.
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