One Lost, is now Found.

Today was not a good day, the voices were rowdy. Nia dealt with the unbearable noises of voices fluctuating inside of his head. They were so meshed together today he could not tell what they were saying like he usually could. Cold and shivering from the rain, the small boys body shivered uncontrollably. His two different colored eyes would not stay focused on one thing for long. It was just one of those days for the unsound mind of the boy, Tally was tasked to making sure he did not run off into a river or cliff, or anything like that. He stopped though, his ears may have stopped working some time ago, but his eyes and nose never failed him. Suddenly his head would focus on a cluster of wolves, as he tried to steady his breathing. The young yearlings deaf ears would pull forward as his rat companion tapped him on the head to tell him to calm down. He knew, he knew he didn't want to hurt them, these voices were just so damn annoying.

Yet his stomach growled painfully, reminding him that his last hunt had failed miserably. As this said a scratch sat in his left side, crusted over with blood from the fight with the deer. Finally without even thinking he stepped forward towards them. His hunger was what drove him, being only twenty seven inches in height made for a disadvantage at times. As they reached the group he stopped and tally stood on the front of his cranium. She was his only connection to the outside world of sound. "Excuse me wolves, we hate to be a bother but do you have any food you might be able to spare?" She asked, just as Nia's stomach growled loudly again. His body let out a huff from his nose because of the discomfort he felt.