Naaghai Lowlands Rattus rattus

tossing this up as a new thread since i was too slow to get to the other one <3

he retched into the sands.

the sun burned bright down the coarse dusty hairs of the wolf's spine; along stiffened shoulders; across greasy crown and tattered ears. Carlos was sick again. so very sick. the green would put him right, he knew, but where had his brother gone off to? why did he go when he knew what Carlos needed, knew that he needed him, he knew so why did he leave why

do you like seeing me like this? words a punch-drunk slur, too sluggish to be as demanding as he wanted. the question fell less like an accusation than a plea. abruptly agitated, he swung for @Thiago.