Hushed Willows your heart knows things your mind can`t explain

(Fluid thought ends)-Respect-run-no-talk-no-run-no-fight-or-flight-or-fight-or-FLIGHT!-no-run-no-don`t run-no-run-no-RUN!-running-running-salt-salty-ugh-run-please-no-I-said-RUN-STOP!-tree?-rock?-oh-gone-help

Snarl leapt up, eyes like full moons, instinct taking over, shutters down behind the pleading orbs. And then he was running, fluid, free, tearing up the ground and crying out for the Respect with desperate whimpers.

He tripped, once, and the taste of blood filled his mouth and coted his teeth, tears and sweat and blood in the terrible salty compound associated with war. But the blood was his own, pouring from his forhead, and now he couldn`t see and it burned, and gravity led him down the ridge faster and faster...

And he tried, but he couldn`t stop, and he ploughed into something, woozily wondering if it was a tree or a rock. No matter. He was moving through sludge, a mire, a bog filled with howling wolves...

And suddenly the darkness of clotting blood became the darkness of sleep.

He stopped around 200 metre on the othe side of the border. A little close for comfort, but he`s knocked out, y`know? :3 Feel free to take him prisoner or rough him up a bit or whatever, as long as he no ded zD