A sound like thunder

She could hear the voices, but not the words spoken. Ears flat, silent breath. She didnt want to be seen, she didnt want to be noticed at all. After the traumatic experience, she had become terrified of eveyrthing, her old self lied hidden over layers of fear and sandess. Unatended mourn. She could still see their lying bodies, her parents corpses. And what hurted her most, was the fact she wasnt able to help. She was a pup but that stood in her mind in the past months. Her heart pounded fast, anxiety of not knowing if the big man would had noticed her. But yes he did, they did. She lifted her head, looking at them. Fear on her bi-colored eyes. Speechless, uncertain of what to do. She looked down to her paws, afraid of looking at their eyes any further. "Yes...?" She muttered.

Her emaciated body couldnt do much to get her out of that situation, trying to stand but shivering legs would unable her to move.

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