05-06-2008, 04:28 AM
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Not claimed? Again, the words bypassed his brain, an amalgam of sounds and meaning that he could not make sense of. He realised that for the past few days he'd been walking through burnt lands and scarcely given it a second thought. He shook his head and focused on the stranger again, trying to understand what it all truly meant. His brains kicked in finally and came up with the following: 1. something terrible had happened here; 2. he was alone in a foreign land, at the mercy of strangers; 3. if he didn't get up to follow this wolf, he would be stuck here and sure to die.
'Trying never hurt anyone.' His paws found the ground and some meagre strength passed through his legs. He pushed himself up, slowly, wearily, his bones aching. He needed to find it in himself, he needed to follow this wolf to food and perhaps a promise of more. 'I am Lubomir,' he stated simply as he trotted in step with the stranger. The respectful tone had not left him, but he was trying hard not to sound pathetic. 'Is there anything here left? Of wolves? Of food? What happened?'
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Not claimed? Again, the words bypassed his brain, an amalgam of sounds and meaning that he could not make sense of. He realised that for the past few days he'd been walking through burnt lands and scarcely given it a second thought. He shook his head and focused on the stranger again, trying to understand what it all truly meant. His brains kicked in finally and came up with the following: 1. something terrible had happened here; 2. he was alone in a foreign land, at the mercy of strangers; 3. if he didn't get up to follow this wolf, he would be stuck here and sure to die.
'Trying never hurt anyone.' His paws found the ground and some meagre strength passed through his legs. He pushed himself up, slowly, wearily, his bones aching. He needed to find it in himself, he needed to follow this wolf to food and perhaps a promise of more. 'I am Lubomir,' he stated simply as he trotted in step with the stranger. The respectful tone had not left him, but he was trying hard not to sound pathetic. 'Is there anything here left? Of wolves? Of food? What happened?'