No Snowflake is the Same
08-11-2013, 08:49 PM
Bob watched his friend stand next to him, ready to help him out of the snow. He gave a little nod before focusing on the task at hand. Suddenly standing seemed like the hardest thing he had ever done. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his three remaining legs under him and push up, standing on trembling legs. He leaned heavily Cana, looking down at his lost paw that was still laying a short distance away. The reality of his situation was slowly starting to dawn on him as he began to stumble toward the trees but the section of his leg stayed behind. He turned away his eyes, suddenly extremely sad. His ears pinned back against his head and he focused on the task at hand. It took him several tries to figure out how to hobble along on three paws instead of four. He stumbled several times, but with Cana there to help keep him up he finally made it over to the shelter of the trees. He huddled under one of the fallen logs that had propped itself up against one of the larger pines, making a little makeshift shelter of sorts. He was still cold, but at least they weren't in the snow any more. He looked down at his broken leg sadly, whining quietly. He was tired. Very, very tired. He leaned his head on Cana's shoulder, his eyes half open. "Thank you for helping me." Speech |
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