The Dead.. Are Alive?

Ricin’s ears pick up the sound of hooves on the stone floor and he adjusts his course to intercept the creature and his brother. When the horned, sick animal comes into view, Ricin feels his pace falter as his mind thinks back to the sick fox and the cave. He only allows himself a second to dwell before reminding himself that all the animals they have encountered since seem to be afflicted with the disease. The choices come down to, do the brothers want to eat or worry about catching some unknow illness.

Huffing a sigh of determination, Ricin increases his stride, matching speed with Chade. Angling his body so that he can lope along slightly behind his darker brother. As he moves, the lighter colored boy creates a rumble deep in his chest. Pulling and lengthening the sound until it erupts from as rambling growl. Ricin watches the ram’s reaction as it tosses its head to the side, eyes rolling wildly as the mushrooms that grow from them seem to obscure its vision. For a moment it hesitates, slowing as it tries to think of its next move.

Lunging to the back leg opposite of Chade, Ricin makes sure to get close but not make contact, snapping his teeth menacingly and growling in mock frustration. He is unprepared for the ram’s response and has to throw his body sideways and down to the ground to avoid the two sharp hooves that try to smash his skull in. Laying on his side, slightly dazed, Ricin watches the creature buck and writhe in pain. Scramble back to his paws, Ricin rushes in to help his brother should Chade need him.

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