12-12-2011, 12:30 PM
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"What are you doing?"[/html]
He hadn't even heard her approach. There would be no use in quickly fleeing now, if she was one of his captors. He doubt he could make it ten paces without collapsing. Fischer unrolled himself and sat up stiffly, keeping his eyes downcast. She was not a trader, he thought, because she was a wolf. A real wolf, proudly standing on four solid feet. How hideous he must appear, to her.
"I escaped to here, miss," he said softly, trying his best to sit like an actual animal. "You may want to leave me... I think it's contagious."
He didn't know how they turned him, but he didn't want to be responsible for giving it to another wolf. Hopefully it wasn't an airborne disease.