3 weeks into my exile, I went out of the shelter, looking for the first time. I smelled his presence, almost immediately, but wasn't paying attention... But I had nothing to fear, and I knew it instantly, as if...
He sat chewing on something he held in his paw, gazing serenely/distractedly at me from across the beach. Brown faced, brown bodied and absolutely beautiful. Huge.
He glanced casually here and there, steaming, wet and equally oblivious to the driving rain.
Genuinely and as the fear ebbed, I said: hello!
But he paid no mind. Just kept chewing and carelessly shifting his immense weight.
I sank to my haunches and stared back at him, with love. This was my first guide.