i'm tired of hope, with nothing to hold.

Anatole Aston · 09-30-2012, 10:00 AM

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Mercifully, the woman gave in to his assistance. She felt even worse to his touch, all bone and fur. Starving in fresh air was something that happened only to the sick, and he could scent no disease on her, no fever-hot stench of illness. What had happened to her? He still believed it had to be the hurricane—after all, it had tried to kill him. The scar behind his ear and careful way he used his arm were proof of that. Luckily, his arm would heal. They would all heal, even if that meant radical changes were underfoot. After all, he thought rather begrudgingly, he was on two legs more now than he had ever been.

Breathing was hard for her too. He doubted himself and wondered if there was indeed a sickness in her, but she smelled healthy. She smelled oddly dank, though, as if stone had crept into her slate colored pelt. A strangely warm smile came to his face at her question. “It is our way,” he explained simply. There was much more to it, but he had neither the time nor the language to truly make sense of the matter. Things simply were the way they were here.

A warm breeze pulled his attention to the spot where, seconds later, his leader appeared. The big woman was coated in mud, much like Anatole’s own legs, and he dipped his head to her in a gesture of respect. Since he had come to know her, his appreciation for her own talents and rather pleasing personality had only driven the wolfish desire to follow this leader with greater urgency. His eyes, however, returned to her face—while Anatole was feral indeed, AniWaya encouraged his desire to see his superiors as equals, in some way.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “She’s been hurt very badly, but she doesn’t smell sick. She doesn’t remember anything,” the scout added, almost apologetically. Then he looked back to the stone colored woman on his arm. “You said you know your name?” His voice rose at the end to make what otherwise might have been a statement into a question. She hadn’t given it to him yet.

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