Exit Does Not Exist
05-02-2013, 01:54 PM
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Or so hideous "'Thank you'...Good." He congratulated, his tail waving behind him. He ripped into the otter, opening it more for the small wolf. "Keep...yo-language." He gasped. "It is....part of you." He said. He laid before the tree, watching the girl eat. "Teach me." He said with the same resemblance of a grin he wore before. "I'll teach you....My language." He wheezed. He needed a friend. He needed someone to make him forget his pain, a distraction. What better distraction than a puppy?...No. It would be greedy to keep her. She belonged in a pack. A pack that would protect her and watch her, and keep her fed, all things he couldn't do with his charred and tattered body. She belonged in a pack. He could only guard her for so long, and she could only distract him for so long. Speech |
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