Firestone Hot Springs Talgar

The way it spoke, when it finally found the courage to pipe up, was frantic. The words ran together in a blur that only suited the strange animal. It was mildly frustrating to come upon such an alien creature and have no one around to share in its absurdity.

Not a lizard, not a wolf, or a deer - a dog. Nazair squinted, uncertain. He had never seen or heard of dog. It looked like a young wolf that had been tossed so violently by the river currents that it had lost all sense, and fur, and normalcy. The dog went on to say that they were not for eating, no, no. They tasted bad.

I- Nazair paused, a sheepish smile. I wouldn’t eat you if I was starving and you were begging me to have a taste. Of that the dog could be certain.

Are you starving or something? You’re way skinny. Not that he was one to body shame, but they were severely malnourished and it showed in the skinny length of its legs.