Escape from Alcatraz

N/A · 12-11-2013, 02:42 PM

. FACTA NON VERBA .

The female seemed to emerge from the shadows, and caught Zeke by surprise. She was smaller than him and lean, and her voice sounded friendly besides. He felt no threat from her, and relaxed immediately, letting the slightly warmer air combat his chilled bones. Just being out of the howling winds was enough, even if there was a strange whistling sound echoing through the cave. He listened to her speak, then chuckled. "Hell yeah, I hate the snow. I'm more of a coastal guy, myself." He took a few more paces inside and laid down against a mound of stone, and began to lick the snow away from his paws. "It's nice to meet you, Malia," he said between licks. "My name is Zekiel Lostboy. I prefer Zeke though."

As he finished cleaning himself up, he caught the scent of meat in the air. His stomach growled, and he noticed tufts of hair skittering about the floor of the cave. He hadn't been able to catch much among the trees, a field mouse here, a squirrel there. Hardly more than a mouthful. No, Zeke was more attuned to fish, crabs, eels. He'd even eaten a gull once. The strong, red meats he had found in this part of the land turned his palette and his stomach, but at that moment he envied Malia. He turned to look into the darkness, wishing some poor creature would fall in as he nearly had. He turned back to Malia and asked, "So what are you doing in these parts?" By the sound of the wind they'd be spending a fair bit of time together, he might as well get to know her.

Speech,

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