Preparations, Preparations.

These things always just seemed to happen.

A soft breath, the cold seeping into his lungs his heart his mind. The miles spent underfoot were almost worthless, still no direction was clear and it felt like nothing would ever make sense again. A shudder washed over his filthy hide, citrus stained eyes daring to blink as reality started to set into his bones. It still hurt to walk, a funny little limp he wanted to rid himself of. Did other beings have such thoughts, such fickle and reckless emotions. This whole area stank of other wolves, an established pack. such information brought about strange pangs of jealousy, but really he had no one else to blame.

Three days ago he had been a perfectly healthy loner. Umtil he met the cougar. A stray deer carcass, life giving in it's riches. He had barely had time to settle in when the big male came along, his ribs outlined smooth under a tawny hide. He could still taste the cat in his mouth, feel those claws sink into his side. The snow stained crimson, a fight to the death and now he was on the doorstep. He took another fumbling step forward, curious as to who might come along and find him. He always ended up lost, spinning off in the dark to damage the sun. He could feel it beating in his chest, sticky and dirty and used. He needed a rest, needed to crash back down to earth before the end came upon him. Pain washed over in a wall of white, drops of blood trailing like breadcrumbs.

A voice, female's. A sudden stutter in his chest, he was no longer fit for society. He crouched in the shadows of the trees, filled to the rim and overflowing there was nothing he could do now she had caught him. There was only one thing to do. Exposing himself in the dim light, she was the first face he laid eyes upon in months. At least she was pretty, those pools of blue captivating for a moment. Limbs shaking he stood back at a comfortable distance, scarcely able to believe this was happening. It was such a damn shame, she seemed so nice so real. Suddenly he was sad, a frown tugging at inky lips as everything settled all the colors coming into place. Why was it so fucking hard to breath sometimes.

He continued to stare for another minute,un-sticking his tongue from the rooof of his mouth. A strange gurgle came up as at last his jaws parted, vomiting up parts of the alphabet. "I think I need some help." He was starting to get dizzy, dried blood caked to pale fur he had lost a lot from the mauling and now it was catching up. He was ashamed to have to soil the air around her, legs slipping on the cold earth as he took another breath. He was too tired to get up, stretched out on his stomach and trying his best not to throw up.



"We'll wish this never ends"