Broken Boulder no, i never sold my soul

she doesn’t like the commotion going on above her. don’t they see something is wrong? she can’t comprehend the words thrown around but they aren’t enough. she trembles, giving up on finding warmth. she’ll have to provide for herself. ugh. she’s tired as it is, now she’s gotta do all the work. 

but delight hovers over her and she leans into the touch, feeling his warm fur encompass her cool form. her mouth opens but no sound comes out. a strong whiff of milk touches her nose and she squeaks, all she can offer as she weakly tries to move in the direction of food. brilliance doesn’t get too far, unable to cross over the mountain that is delight’s extended forelimb.