Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

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Tambourine could not stop staring at his feet, particularly the several shriveled, black toes attached to them. They didn't hurt, exactly, though he occasionally experienced a faint twinge or ache in his affected paws (which was three of the four). They were certainly an eyesore and he was having some trouble balancing too. Otherwise, the damage didn't seem to have a massive impact on him. Then again, he could barely register what had happened, especially with everything else going on around him.

Every few minutes, he glanced up from his deformed feet to check on the two young boys left in his care. They were sticking close together and behaving. Tambourine managed a faint, reassuring smile, then returned his attention to his toes again. One was done for on his right forepaw, two on the left and three were dead meat on his left hind paw. He wondered why his rear right foot had escaped the others' fate.

He was tempted to chew on them. Reek had regretfully informed him that they would likely fall off on their own once the tissue attaching them to his foot died completely. Tambourine would only be hastening the process. He contemplated it for a long time but decided against it, at least for the moment. Instead, he jammed all four legs beneath himself like a mother hen and focused once more on Astik and Tapat.