the hardest lessons

He huffed, mildly offended by her words. She knew how much she struggled with his body. He could only assume her intention was a subtle jab. Sometimes, it was easier to think people had bad intentions instead of good. He managed to get a couple more paws under him. Trying to concentrate on what he was doing as well as his conversation. He needed to… find his balance. He stood up awkwardly on the post. His four paws pushed together to make room.

Okay, now he just needed to reach one out… he did so, somewhat timidly. Stretching and trying to feel the bottom of the post under his pad. “Being small is handy, you can fit in all sorts of places, and you don’t have all this pesky growing to do.” He pointed out to her. There! He could feel it. He rested some of his weight forward, feeling precarious and unbalanced.

“All the time!”’ He agreed, his attention on the post, and not his words. “Sometimes I just want to rip them out…”


"Citadel Fatalis"