Remnants Of Time Lost

*Taktuq* · 02-28-2019, 12:29 PM

TAKTUQ
the only disability in life is a bad attitude

The wolf nodded eagerly. He wanted to be gone from this place. It was not wolf, it did not feel safe. Orabelle vigorously shook her fur and Taktuq followed suit. While his fur was not thick, his scruff held debris from the ground that he heard skip along the cold floor with soft clicks reminiscent of the sound his teeth made during his facial spasms.

"Can hold off on food for little while?”

While the young wolf was hungry, and all the travel he had done in the last week burned far more calories than he was consuming, he nodded. “I’m okay.” True, he had felt weakened by the burden of their short journey, but his excitement in learning sated that hunger. He would not be weak. He was not weak, he had told himself everytime he found himself out of breath and lagging behind his companion.

The afternoon fog was thick in the city which brought Taktuq to almost rest his chin on Orabelle’s flank as he followed her. He did not like it here, it reminded him far too much of himself. He could not see through the smaug and a spike of fear penetrated his gut. Would he always be able to see through the fog in his brain? Would it cloud over completely, subjecting the poor wolf to a short lifespan of immobilizing tremors?
Taktuq buried the worry deep in the back of his brain as the pair maneuvered their way through the remnants of human civilization.

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