Shifting Shadows

*Squirrel* · (This post was last modified: 05-11-2015, 02:36 PM by Squirrel.)

The side of his skull had split in a gash, nothing too severe but also nothing small. Had somebody not been nearby he probably would have been lost to the darkness for much longer, but thankfully a sweet voice stirred him, his visible ear twitching briefly. His body trembled faintly, a few cuts here and there along his front legs and face, they wouldn't leave any scarring once healed so they were nothing to worry too much about. Finally his ear pulled back against his skull, tail sweeping around momentarily, pausing before wrapping around his hip. A low whine was muffled from his closed jaws, head shifting in the plants, flinching as a twig scratched across the open gash on his temple.

Eyes fluttered open, eyes rolling in their sockets as they tried to focus on his new surroundings and the change of lighting. What, where was he? There was a voice, asking if he was alright. It frightened Squirrel, enough that his head actually jerked up and swung towards the voice, bronze eyes going wide at the sudden appearance of another. His legs flailed in the vegetation, kicking and pushing, trying to get away from the unknown wolf as quickly as possible. He would only manage to scoot back barely a foot, his head held low, low, hoarse whines being emitted.

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