Duck Lake it's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits

The trauma had made him weak and largely unresponsive. The battered pup's paws twitched feebly in response to the swarthy male's nudging, but it was reflexive. Some ingrained flight response that, like the beat of his heart, would always be there so long as he was alive. There was not a spark of awareness in his mind about the presence of this wolf. He wimpered piteously from the darkness he strained to wake from. Pained and afraid.