King Elk Forest Each and every day hiding from the sunshine

Whoever... funny, the only one he could think of hurting him was he himself. He couldn't blame his pain in fate, that just happened. He had made it all messed up. He had caused all of his own troubles and woes and he couldn't turn back time. He couldn't do it all again, spare him the pain of losing a tongue and hope altogether. He wouldn't have been thrown in a river, hanging onto life like he still wanted it. He wouldn't... have met this nice lady aiding him in his darkest hour...

It was then that his ears slid down as he hid his muzzle in the fluff of her neck. He didn't want her to know or see. Somehow he didn't want to make this kind stranger worry about him any more than she already seemed to do. He shook his head though with a whimper accompanying it, but his mouth he didn't want to open... He was fine.