like thunder gonna shake the ground
Feeling and control began returning to Loren's extremities. As Wessex apologized and stroked his fur he made a whining sound in the back of his throat. It morphed into a snarl as he saw some of the rodents stirring. Lashing out with his mind, he compelled them to back the fuck off.
Which they did, the few that were still alive staggering away down the tunnel they'd come from. It took him a few abortive attempts to stand. After he did, he wove a staggering few steps towards the pounding sound of the waterfall.
He stopped when he actually saw the water. Growling at it, he flexed his paws. Glancing at the Wraith, he started carving letters into the rock, his fevered mind forcing him to do so.
NETL they said. Chuffing, he stared at the letters, then added an extra line. METL Close enough: he settled down to the ground with a yawn.
Which they did, the few that were still alive staggering away down the tunnel they'd come from. It took him a few abortive attempts to stand. After he did, he wove a staggering few steps towards the pounding sound of the waterfall.
He stopped when he actually saw the water. Growling at it, he flexed his paws. Glancing at the Wraith, he started carving letters into the rock, his fevered mind forcing him to do so.
NETL they said. Chuffing, he stared at the letters, then added an extra line. METL Close enough: he settled down to the ground with a yawn.
LOREN
