And the Werewolves Cry

[Agani de'Luah]

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I know you can hear me, I know you can hear me, look at me, listen to what I have to say.



He felt her before he heard her. The pine needles spoke to his feet and told him she was coming, and he turned to see a lopsided stroke on her leg as she ran, a mouth that opened to speak and was silent. But she was alive. She was very much alive, whether the things trying to get his attention behind her were or not. Ignore them, and their cries. They were just as silent as she.



"I'm sorry," he said, "I c-c-can't hear you." His ears flicked, the bone cuff on the left tapping against the human barbells his teacher had pierced into the right, and he lowered his carrying pack to the ground, hoping she'd be able to point him in a direction whether he could hear her or not. As per usual, he felt awkwardly huge around normal wolves, and ended up folding himself down to the ground rather than slouching, in an attempt to seem less... Beanie. "My ears... Don't wo-work."

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D'oh, I have no way to wordcount -Facepalm-