Firestone Hot Springs it’s actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

Phillip buried his face into his fur as best he could. He didn't, couldn't, look at him again. This must be a dream. He can't be back here, so close to the saftey of the forest. But he was. He's lying there, eyes still open. Maybe he wasn't really dead, because who would die in such a gruesome way? He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to hurt him again. When he did, Phillip didn't want to see what was coming.

But he has to look up, because someone was here with him. He peeked over his shoulder, towards the water, before cowering again.

He-he's here. He's not s-supposed to be here. His chest began to clench up and his breathing grew more rapid. H-he's gonna hurt me again.