GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
"eru…gghh"
Hárekr moaned as he tried to fight the pain in his head and open his eyes. His vision was swimming with little silver bugs and the light of the moon made his head hurt and-
Hárekr leapt up as something touched him, his fur on end, his paws scrambling so rapidly for a foothold he very nearly fell back in the river. A soft voice spoke to him, asking if he was ok and he realized what had touched him was a woman. Well, well, he was sure running into quite a few Alacritian females… ow. Háre winced, head tilted to the side, body perfectly still for a moment before he shook his coat out, letting it lay flat….ish. "Uhhhh…. yea… I think so…. if the world would stop spinning for a second." He reached up with his right forepaw to rub at the open laceration halfway between his right eye and right ear where he'd managed to hit his head. It was still bleeding. Euugh. Great, that was all he needed, an injury for the healers back home to poke around with. The healers he could stand but that dam lemur made him wary. "Who're you?"
