The slave boy
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Suddenly there was movement, and Conor’s focus immediately returned to the present time. His eyes widened until they were in danger of popping out in horror. That movement was too abrupt to be caused by any kind of wind or random animal bumping into it. Unless it was a very big animal like a bear or something, and Conor was quite sure he had not caught any smell of any large predator other than random scents of other wolves. Actually, now when he was thinking about it he could not remember if he had detected any recent wolf scent when he had discovered the boat and jumped into it. How stupid was that? So stupid, stupid, stupidstupid! Why was he inside this little room like closet anyway? For a few long moments the boy fiercely hated himself. When he had been younger and in the perfect age for such nonsense he had not been interested in playing games. He had been a damaged child from early on and had not really caught up with the joy of playing games until quite recently. Now this had gotten him into trouble. What if this was a human’s boat and the human would sail away and.. yes, and sell him as slave thing to a circus!

The boy’s next revelation revealed that the boat was in fact moving in the water. The floor moved and twisted a lot (not really a lot, but Conor had only experienced safe, solid land in the past). He felt sick already. To make it all a little bit worse the door suddenly opened and a stranger’s face was looking down on him with surprise. Conor’s heart skipped a few beats and it was truly a wonder that his bladder did not give in. The boy could not keep a terrible whimper from entering the air. It was not a human, but it was a wolf that he had never ever met before and it was quite clear that this was the boat’s owner. And lets not forget to mention that the floor was moving horribly in a way Conor had never experienced. The boy had nothing he wanted to say because his mind was completely blank. He would probably not have been able to say anything had he wanted, because terror had seized his body and did not seem to want to let go now.



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