Firefly Glen Follow the Signs

No. There was an air of disgust as he spat out his answer, quite literally now as he seemed to have a hard time controlling the saliva that leaked between his teeth, normally caught and controlled by the lips surrounding it. He was not sick, not like that man, if one could call that beast anything like a man.

He had... Fur like the beach. Any other time it would be easier to think at what the man looked like, to explain details. He could see the man in his thoughts but the words escaped him, the pain in his face made it hard to focus. Wet and dry. The dark and lighter markings that the cannibal had he meant. Green eyes. Tired, he felt tired.