Starglow Basin Terrible things

He watches her through round eyes that study every movement, and hesitantly inches back into the light, half-cast down his asymetric stare. He let out a brief sniffle; to think of the why is all he had been doing.

Why was he here? Why did they take him? ...I don't...know. T-the bad man grabbed me and..

and many other things. Flurry of memories and all of them were teeth around his neck, asphyxiating him, the crushing weight of jaws strong enough to crack rib squeezing every breath from his throat—He failed to finish his words.

He'd been too young even to know the name of his own home when he'd been stolen. Too young to know of conflict or danger.Well, he knew it now. 

..I miss-

No, best not to say that again. He cut himself off and let his features fall into stoicism, misplaced on a face such as his. He was hungry, but he didn't like asking anymore, but this woman seemed... nicer.

It made him want his mom. He looked down at the ground, letting his forepaw idly trace the dirt. ..Yes. I had a- bit of armadillo.. the morning before yesterday.