Under New Management
Squirrel needed a new Master, and he needed one fast. The harsh winter had been taking a harder toll on the male than he had originally expected. Meals were difficult to come by, only able to munch on little remains from frozen carcasses that only had the undesirables left over or very little meat at all. That is why he was here, at the battlefield on this cold winter day. His body was thin, but not yet to that point where every bone was sticking out against his skin. It was clear he needed some help though, that was all he knew.
He moved carefully across the plains, the snow having been flattened from the paws of many that visited this place. Occasionally he would move over some rocks that were spread across the area, bronze eyes quickly moving away from the splatters of blood that littered the ground, pace quickening when he would pass somebody unconscious from a battle. Even in the smack middle of winter the boy was surprised at how many people still came here to fight, pairs in every direction you looked.
Finally after a few minutes he came to a stop near a large rock, carefully climbing on top and taking a seat with a shiver running across his spine from a particularly cold wind. He would sit and wait for a victor to step forward and claim him, other than that he would sit back and watching the battling wolves, not wanting to interrupt such an erotic show of power. |