Ocean's Breath Plateau Here we are

writhing, refusing to look at rodyn - trying to burrow an indent for hisher own snout.

n-nonoNO! hindlegs kicked up dust and dry grass. i-it'sdyingdeath! dyingdeath! 

how was rodyn so dummy? babies came in warm baskets full of blankets not- not here.

forepaws criss-crossed over face and the whole of tk tucked into a small trembling shape jolting every other breath.

i-i-i'mgonnadie. i'mgonnadie- and- androdynthinksit'sbabies- rodyn'asOUGH-

with a howl the hindlegs stretched out in spasm locking up muscles and bones thighs to toes.

i'm sorry they r so difficult