Arrow Lake every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest.
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He was more interested in the smells around him, but when his mother spoke up and called for his attention he dutifully returned—lagging just a bit as he veered in another direction after a scent, but, he did eventually focus and do as he was told. Her explanation sounded boring; why couldn't she dig a hole and plant the body, then? Why did he have to do that part? But even with his unspoken questions filling his mind, Mesa knew not to voice them. He grumbled a bit as he sought a soft patch of loam and then was busy cutting in to it with his dulled claws, scraping a little hollow as hastily as he could (resulting in a very shallow result), and then sought out, grabbed, and speedily tossed the dead thing upon it. He didn't think to cover it again, and looked impatiently to his mother as if to say, okay I did it, can I go now?
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RE: every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest. - by Mesa - October 11, 2019, 10:22 PM