here, fishy, fishy!

Speak up, Speak up

Ever since this strange stuff began happening he had been in a panic. A masterless slave had no way of understanding why he was in the situation he was in. After he had found his first master, the man who raised him like a father, dead he hadnt known what to do with himself. The hunter became reclused, only heading out to feed himself. Occasionally he'd been known to leave prey at borders of the packs because serving was all that he knew how to do. No wolf had noticed him and for some reason Seven was kind of upset. He didnt want attention but after the countless broken promises to him by the kleins he wasn't sure what to do anymore. He forgave them of course. His life wasnt worth his own opinion and he preferred it that way. It was just thinking for himself was something he disliked.

In the middle of his thoughts though he stopped. Just ahead of him seemed to be a wolf.... with whatever this sickness was going around spreading on the cat next to them. Upon closer inspection he saw that they had wrangled a fish from the delta. Yet something was wrong with it. His hackles rose and he shot forward. Making a quick attempt to push his body over the fish between the wolf and it. He whimpered his tail twitching as the tiny male did not make eye contact. Seven had since lost his lessons of speech the mute shivered his tail wanting badly to tuck underneath him but he didnt want an inexperienced yearling dying from eating an infection fish!

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