Bobisu stared at the lead-gray eastern sky with a sense of longing. That would be the vector from which the ship would come. They could not arrive one minute too soon for her.
After five years on this backwater world she was ready. The indecencies these primitive hominids wrought upon their delicate ecosystem had left her sick at heart. She was unsure if her people could or would help them avoid their imminent, self-inflicted demise.The only thing she WAS sure of was how good it would feel to frolic in the sweet grass of home with her beloved littermates.