my throat was cut like my freedom

@Lexis



This little cave was worse than the first one. It was more damp and crowded. It was very uncomfortable. The only good thought that was in his mind was that there was someone else with him. But her name, he did not know.

He was a crumpled mess. His fur was matted and he smelled of blood and dirt. He had his paws tightly squished to his belly. He could now unable to walk well. His head, however, was healing well. He tried to stretch out his legs, but quickly retracted them as they screeched in pain. He started to whimper softly to himself, then tears streamed down his face. He never usually sobbed, he felt to old for such a thing. But his freedom was ripped away from him and his body was lame. What else could he do?

"Hey, um... I'm sorry about tackling you." He was talking to the female that was in the same cave. "I just didn't know what else I c-could do. I didn't want him to.... well you k-now." His voice was cracked and frail. He hadn't spoken in a long time. It's all because of that little mutt... He would get his revenge, and oh what a sweet day that would be.