aden woke the next morning with the strong smell of
the burning wood from the fire he had started the
night before. Red was snugling up agenst him her warm
fur like a heated planket the most relaxing feeling
he had ever felt in his life. She lie there so
peacfully he did not with to wake her so he remaind
ther letting her sleep while he watched the movement
of her breathing.
"It is very important that you learn to breath properly Jaden"
Jaden could almost hear Clairs voice as he recaled the lesons that he would learn from her
"You must control your breathing as it is the life blood of all things, no matter how different one is you can always be reminded that all things are not as different as they seem as all things living must breath it is this that helps to conect us together." Her words fell on Jaden's ears like a sweet song. "By controling your breathing you control yourself, in threu the nose 4 seconds hold 2 out from down in your belly and out the mouth 4 seconds. Practice this and in time it will be second nature to you."
Jaden practiced the breathing along with the lovely Claire and they began the movements that she had traind him with the anchent art of Tie Chi. a practice that was started back in the time before the magical art known as technology that would sudenly vanish from there world, now only a legond this anchent form of magic was said to have nearly destroyed the world long ago.
Sudenly Jaden was startled by the movement of his wolf companion as she awoke as the contiosnes came in to her she turned to him looking deep into his dark green eyes and rested her head back down laying acost his chest and nudging in closer to feel there warmth together.
"Come on Red we must get moving we still have a long jurny ahead of us we should reach the forest befor night fall." Jaden spoke with compation and giving a kind pat on the head and a scatch behind her ear. She retend the gesture with her own kiss to Jaden's face. Jaden packed up the camp as Red finnished the rabbit from the night befor, and two continued there jouny walking forword tword the sun rise with its red glow on the horizon.
Here Spike rested his pen, so here dear reader, like gentle Clair our tails needs must rest until another morrow...
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