the world does not care about you or me

Scratch regained his footing as he saw the wolf smashing his face into the ground and sliding to a stop. Scratch felt himself chuckle, despite knowing he did something similar before. He regretted the decision, as the wolf got up and roared with rage. This one was determined to catch him. He smirked; it was always the determined ones that he had to play all of his cards. He confused himself once again. What was a card? He should've asked his brother before-

Shock grabbed him as he staggered. Even though this heightened awareness allowed him to react, it may as well be his downfall. He found himself remembering the flood from a year ago, which helped to muddle his thoughts. He side-stepped and tried to remember what was happening. Whatever it was, he had to run. He hoped for the best, though he knew he'll be reduced to skidding on the mud with little control.