Blacktail Deer Plateau A little warmer weather makes the heart grow

No problem!

Though he felt mildly comforted that she was not in fact a serial killer but a well meaning pack mate his eyes grew as big as silver dollars once she began to speak. So many words! he remarked to himself as the femme spilled out a manuscript into his limp ears. He was typically a chatty wolf...but his scrambled thoughts had difficulty sorting between both the information she'd given him and what she in return wanted from him.

His cheek was nudged and the entirety of his skull moved from the touch to loll uselessly on the ground; the truest testament to his defunct vitality was his lack of rebuffing her concern. There was no manly I'm okie dokie miss 'tis but a flesh wound refusal of her help. He looked at her and gave his plume a single, limp wag before managing the words, "T-too muuuuuch wah-"

A sporadic coughing, deep and mucous, interrupted his weak explanation. That he expression said plaintively. Too much water in my chest.

Obviously he didn't have much medical experience. But he could only go on what it felt like to him as a victim.

set by Emy