Everything is backwards

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan Emwe's dreams were full of bears and them eating his brother when uncle Ly's voice broke through his adventure and force him back to the not-so-shiny reality. It hadn't been a nightmare, because in his dream he was saving his brother from his (probably) painful fate, with the most extravagant display of skill and strength. The pup hadn't heard the woman's voice, however, but judging from what his uncle was saying, he understood that this was one of those times when Emwe would have to lie very still and be a good boy, because the husky had already told him that something like this might happen. Emwe liked to pay attention and do the nice things, people were happy when he did the nice things. People who were happy made him happy. But now that he was awake, he heard that someone was knocking, or perhaps crashing at the door. He wondered why this person wasn't so happy. At the same time a familiar scent vaguely tickled his nostrils - why, it was sort of like mummy smelled. And daddy too. But there was something else, and Emwe knew - in a way - that he didn't know the person who was crashing at uncle Ly's cabin door. Suddenly he felt slightly worried, and his ears lay flat against his skull in the darkness under the floorboards. It was as if the space, which was quite large now that Conor was out on an adventure, shrunk with every second. But uncle Ly spoke and then it was a little bit better. The impressions flashed over the boy's personality so fast that he barely had time to regard either, but the slight anxiety and the awkwardness at noticing his pack's smell (for that was what he'd smelled) lingered, and he didn't know exactly what to do about that. Instead he simply put every ounce of attention he had in him into listening to what was going on. Hopefully uncle Lysander would scare the not-so-happy person with the weird smell away. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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