Full stomach, dark sky, lucid mind. He stops by the river and drinks deeply. Cold enters his body and makes itself known as barium does in a scan, dye suspended in water, bleeding. He is only his sensation and nothing more - his mouth, his stomach, the warm air against his skin.
When he has drunk his fill he enters the water chest-deep so that the current might whisk away the dried blood that has crusted over the fresh wound on his chest.
His black eyes reflect the stars above him, the peculiar August sky unique to this night only.
He leaves the river, the wound now weeping. With gritted teeth, the wolfdog trudges on.
When he has drunk his fill he enters the water chest-deep so that the current might whisk away the dried blood that has crusted over the fresh wound on his chest.
His black eyes reflect the stars above him, the peculiar August sky unique to this night only.
He leaves the river, the wound now weeping. With gritted teeth, the wolfdog trudges on.
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