take me to the creek
11-10-2014, 07:59 PM
For a moment silence surrounded them. When his grandfather spoke, suggesting a bath, his shoulders would lift and drop. A shrug of acknowledgement. He would take a step forward, nodding noncommittally as a meal was suggested. Food. How long had it been since he had last had food? Paws would drag against the hard earth as he followed his grandfather to wherever it was that they were going. His tail dragged between his hocks, his gaze was downcast, glued to the ground, watching the shadow of his new guardian. His matted pelt was dull in the afternoon sun, his eyes even duller. A bath and food. Wasn't such a bad combination, but he'd rather be locked away in his den. Depression clung heavily to his bones, weighing him down. His brother hated him and shunned him. His mother was dead, never to return. His uncle had yet to come for them. Would his uncle ever come? Not that the russet boy had any intention of leaving. Speech, |