Watershed
#2 of Word of the Day
Well here's day two, and possibly the last because I'm questioning this whole dumb idea, so this'll be the test. I I get sufficient feedback (comments are best as always) ill continue. If not, I give up and I think I'll just PE writers block squash me like a bug.
On the note:
watershed: a turning point
"Sir, she has every quality requested..."
The thick, oak door muffled the voices within, but didn't block them for the white-furred wolfess who sat outside, waiting. One perked ear able to catch only fragments of one half of the discussion in the small office. A discussion that would deciede the watershed of her whole life and choose, for her, which path she would take. Inside that office where only two cogs in the overall machine and they together would hunch over video footage, charts of date, and handwritten notes from the testing to decide where she would be placed.
Waiting outside was nerve-wracking, destructive to one's sanity, and still peaceful like the quiet time after lights out in a crowded room, where hushed voices told secrets the glare of light would never allow.
Here in this metaphorical darkness, Saphire was able to ponder her own secrets. A puphood lost in the lonesomeness of an orphanage, that never had a shortage of pups to be pitied. She had only been a head of fur in a mass of tangles and had lived the start of her life as insignificant, worthless.
Now, with a position somewhere within the castle she would find a hope for a new life, a new life that would be decided by the men behind that oak door. That oak door which was now...finally...opening.