Friends & Alibis

He approached his uncle with the steady gaint of an unsure man, his head level with his spine, careful to keep his posture submissive. He was still weighed heavily by the news of his mother’s death his eyes downcast more often than not. He had thrown himself into hunting for his young pups and family, eager to keep his thoughts off his mother and how she hated him the last time they spoke.

“You called?” He sat, wishing he still had a tail he could curl around his paws to keep them warm. He considered having his ears cropped, to make them a harder target but he despaired to think of losing the white tips that made his ears unique.

Speech, Thought, You