Dodge’s eyes were flickering through the gloom as he crouched lower to the ground and shivered, but at least the rain didn’t feel half bad on his back. Five bleedin’ hells though, what even happened to his back? He didn’t remember stitches, or even getting hurt in the first place. But.. he’d been home, hadn’t he? He hadn’t been at the Outpost anymore… He was trying to connect a puzzle, but it seemed like pieces were missing. The coyote’s ears folded back as he tried to think, just fuckin’ think Dodgey, but the approach of someone small stole his attention.
He blinked, and one ear swiveled forward as a little girl, a toddler, materialized from the rain and ash. She was a cute little bugger - black hair and bright blue eyes and all that. He tilted his head, tongue lolling to the side as a man emerged from the dust and ash and scooped up the little one. He crouched lower then, his jaws clamping shut as he looked up from low to the ground. He didn’t know this one, and he didn’t know this place that reminded him too much of the front lines in Northwind.
The little girl was put back down though, and the guy was talking nice enough, gave him a blanket even. His breathing slowed, but he couldn’t seem to manage his heart, even as he feebly wagged the end of his tail at the smiling little girl. Theea. He glanced his eyes from her to the man when he spoke as he carefully sat back on his haunches. He glanced over his shoulder, to his back at the question of whether or not he was okay, and he turned back with a tilted head and a perplexed gaze. He hadn’t the foggiest clue if he was okay or not.
The faint scent of cinnamon drifted through the rain, and he blinked. He broke his eyes away from the pair and lifted his nose to the air, breathing in deeply the familiar smell. Why was it familiar? There was a flicker of blonde hair in his memory.. The smell of the infirmary. Isla! She would know how he got hurt.
In a flash, there was an impish young man sitting in the dirt with his arms wrapped loosely around his knees. He wore nothing but brown trousers, shoes, and thick white bandaging wrapped around his middle. Fresh red was splotching the white over his back. Warm brown eyes flicked to the little girl, then to the man, and he flashed them a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. ”Name’s Dodge,” he greeted, his voice steadier than he expected it to be. He managed a wink for the little girl and then he cast his gaze outwards once more.
There! The young man perked up as he caught a flash of gold and a familiar face. ” Isla !” he called suddenly. Dodge nearly lurched forward to his feet, but he was immediately halted by the warning of pain that lashed down his spine. He let out a grunt and then glanced sheepishly at the man. ”Gotsta get ta the doctor - Isla,” he said in a tight voice. ”Mind givin’ a pooch a hand, aye?”
Kalt
He blinked, and one ear swiveled forward as a little girl, a toddler, materialized from the rain and ash. She was a cute little bugger - black hair and bright blue eyes and all that. He tilted his head, tongue lolling to the side as a man emerged from the dust and ash and scooped up the little one. He crouched lower then, his jaws clamping shut as he looked up from low to the ground. He didn’t know this one, and he didn’t know this place that reminded him too much of the front lines in Northwind.
The little girl was put back down though, and the guy was talking nice enough, gave him a blanket even. His breathing slowed, but he couldn’t seem to manage his heart, even as he feebly wagged the end of his tail at the smiling little girl. Theea. He glanced his eyes from her to the man when he spoke as he carefully sat back on his haunches. He glanced over his shoulder, to his back at the question of whether or not he was okay, and he turned back with a tilted head and a perplexed gaze. He hadn’t the foggiest clue if he was okay or not.
The faint scent of cinnamon drifted through the rain, and he blinked. He broke his eyes away from the pair and lifted his nose to the air, breathing in deeply the familiar smell. Why was it familiar? There was a flicker of blonde hair in his memory.. The smell of the infirmary. Isla! She would know how he got hurt.
In a flash, there was an impish young man sitting in the dirt with his arms wrapped loosely around his knees. He wore nothing but brown trousers, shoes, and thick white bandaging wrapped around his middle. Fresh red was splotching the white over his back. Warm brown eyes flicked to the little girl, then to the man, and he flashed them a lopsided smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. ”Name’s Dodge,” he greeted, his voice steadier than he expected it to be. He managed a wink for the little girl and then he cast his gaze outwards once more.
There! The young man perked up as he caught a flash of gold and a familiar face. ” Isla !” he called suddenly. Dodge nearly lurched forward to his feet, but he was immediately halted by the warning of pain that lashed down his spine. He let out a grunt and then glanced sheepishly at the man. ”Gotsta get ta the doctor - Isla,” he said in a tight voice. ”Mind givin’ a pooch a hand, aye?”
