No Snowflake is the Same
08-23-2013, 12:59 PM
Roberto was grateful for Cana's help. She seemed to take on the role of his guide as they made their way over to the tree line, letting him lean on her the whole way. Once they got settled under the fallen tree his friend huddled around him, warming him up. He smiled and cuddled into her side, letting his eyes close with her final words. "Okay..." he replied, in no condition to fight her on it. He quickly drifted off to deep sleep, the medicine that the little black and white healer working its magic and keeping away his pain. With a soft, unintentional whimper, Bob woke up several hours later, shaken awake by the flashes of pain that shot up what was left of his arm. His mind was playing tricks with him, making the black male think that his paw was still there when in reality it was long gone, now several feet away covered under a blanket of freshly fallen snow. He opened his eyes, his ears flicking back against his head as he tried to move his leg and felt more of the awful pain. He whined softly again, wondering how long this was going to annoy him and why this had to happen to him. Speech |