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Okay. Where does he come from here? His shoulder doesn’t hurt as much, but walking too fast causes it to tear and licking it too much causes it to tear and… well, just about everything causes it to tear. It’s hard to keep the scabs on, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’ll go away eventually, right? That’s what happens at home. It goes away in a few days (with the help of antibiotics and pain medications, but where are you going to find a white coat out here?), just like it always does.
Mr. Peanut Butter sighs as he wanders aimlessly, nowhere to go. He tried going back the way he came but he was too scared of the other
dog wolf that bit him that he ends up somewhere completely different and much farther away.
After a while, his legs too tired and shoulder sore, he plops down in the openness of the copse, ignoring the beauty that surrounds him and wallows in his own self-pity.
Not having any particular set of skills that a wolf might have by his age, Mr. Peanut Butter remains oblivious to the world around him. It isn’t until he audibly hears the footsteps coming up to him and the voice of a stranger that gives him a start. He jumps to his feet, yelping in a mix of pain and surprise, before shuffling back. He pays very little attention to what is actually said to him and his eyes blur, trying not to focus on the wolf that bit him.
It takes several seconds for him to realize that this one is entirely new but he does not give off the same vibe as the pretty wolf from the day before. Instead, he reminds him too much of the mean one, causing him to shuffle back. Mr. Peanut Butter barks several times over, letting his ears fall back as he does so—he tries so hard to mimic Axel, the angry German Shepherd that does but yell all day long—and offers one loud shriek: “don’t come near me!”
Mr. Peanut Butter doesn’t understand what’s happening. The wolf is offended by his shouting, assuring him he’s not going to hurt him and apologizes profusely. The more he talks, the more the world spins around him and he doesn’t know what to make of all this. Eyes widen in surprise and shock and he stumbles back another few steps as he’s closed in on but he’s not fast enough.
When the stranger is close enough, his rear caves beneath him and the moment he’s touch, he wails. Skin tears and he snaps at the air (he has zero ability in aiming) before shrieking in surprise. “STOP! That HURTS!” He doesn't realize how much he's bleeding, either.