Something to carry inside
12-17-2013, 10:07 AM
The wolf did nothing, he did not move, he did not cringe to the creature's touch. A blank expression formed on his face as fur was torn from his body. Just the feeling of being shaken about came to him, nothing more seeing as the creature was sufficed with that. Making the dead look back at the missing patch of fur, red from it being torn from its proper place, but no blood to be seen. Satisfied with that, he watched the cat vanish, and sleep. He said he would leave, and thus was what he was going to do. Turning his paws in one direction out of the area he began that way. An interesting day, with an interesting creature if he could have added that himself. Tail flicking behind him, no worries there, his fur would grow back, but his heart would not. -exit Ubi- Speech, |