you bleed just like you puke

Misery had met two of mom’s new litter so far and he might as well get to know the lot of them.  How many would be worth his time was the question. However, for now he had work to do.  Amusingly, this theory had been inspired by a joke that had sparked a new hypothesis.  

The small black and silver wolf had been walking rather slowly in the dark, oddly seeming most interested in the spots where the larger number of fireflies had gathered and watching them for a few moments before continuing on.  This was a set pattern versus just happenstance as it was every cluster he paused for.  On occasion, he might mark a spot of ground before moving forward.  He had his reasons.

After counting a new set of fireflies he turned his attention to one of his new little sisters and made a slow, even dainty trot to this new bit of familiar blood.  The plants scattered about were of a wide assortment and while he recognized a few by name and property he was no healer to know what each individual one did.  None of the ones he saw in the pile were poisonous as far as he knew at least.  

“Please tell me you aren’t collecting the glowing mushrooms of crystals also,”  Misery questioned softly as he considered the contents of her pile being sorted.  This really was a rotten time for pups to be born and if he’d been more of the loving sort this would concern Misery even more.  It could be seen as a good way to cull out fools perhaps.

"Misery"