In the spaces between the truth
05-25-2019, 04:36 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-25-2019, 04:36 PM by Lament.)
His sister looked to him for advice, and he found his heart heavy. The little fox stood for all the ways he had failed of late. Failed to find the answers he and his sister needed, to find their family. To reach this little fox in time, and save her. He hung his head gently, his paw moved to sign apology and he kept his motions slow so not to startle it. He moved a little closer, and then he struck. His elongated, sharp fangs curled around her neck and sunk directly into her jaguar. With a swift turn, her neck broke and the little one died. He released her and stepped back, emotions turning in his gut. He learned in that moment how much he disliked failure. “We should gather the coats from the coyotes we’ve killed. We might need them.” he said gently, his voice also void of emotion. This time, his paw didn’t sign, he felt a little washed out. |
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