"I'll just go grab it, one second." She leaves the car running and disappears inside, returning with the butchered deer. "Too bad I didn't keep the guts," she says as she puts it in the back.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She gets in the car and they start down to the lake, turning on the radio playing some country music in the background. "So what did Lochy do, exactly?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Maybe. Too bad we can't just take him to the vet."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Maybe. I'll take a look at him, too. I'm no vet but I do know animals."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"No reason not to." Rowan parks at the docks and jumps out.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Good," she nods and pulls the deer out, walking down the docks. She kneels next to the water and tosses in a pink tennis ball; she's trained Lochy that the neon pink floating thing means that she's there and to come up to the top.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
