Okay so this story happened a year or two ago, before I even knew what a Therian was. I think this is my biggest piece of evidence that I was supposed to be a Dingo in this life. About two and a half hours away from where I live is a desert. I go like at least five times a year, and I've been going ever since I can remember. I have felt SO connected to the place my entire life. After my parents divorced (about four and a half years ago) it's mainly been me and my dad going. One of those times, we were climbing this HUGE sand dune, trying to get a better look at the sunset, when I looked back down at the valley in between this dune and the next one over. There was a dingo, standing down there, looking at us. I immediately felt this feeling kinship, and I wanted to go down and check it out, but my dad stopped me. He said that dingos are wild animals and that we should leave it. So, sadly, it walked away. I will probably never forget that day, and I feel really lucky that I actually got to see my theriotype in real life!
Just trying a little story, I love this memory <3 Sorry abt the crappy art TT_TT
