Shadewood Knackin’ for a Cracker, Smacking like a Snacker

there was no reasoning with koro toro. like so many members in his arrogant family line, koro toro was a proud creature -- he would not accept being dragged like an invalid to wherever destination cry had.

but he was an invalid, wasn't he?

his expression set in a grimace of determination, and he shook his head -- talking was just as exhausting as walking to him, but he would not accept being pulled through the woods like dead weight or a kill. he rose again, thinking of warm elk between his teeth.

he made it another several feet -- and then another -- and while his haunches listed horribly to the side, koro toro found he was ambulatory again; he hoped cry had the good sense to lead him to wherever he was going quick, as he had no idea when the next episode of ataxic tremors would overtake him.