Post by Ziu on Jan 8, 2014 20:55:56 GMT
Ziu's thoughts were no longer occupied with the presence of humans. All he wanted to do was run, his own blood's scent clogging his nose. The red-smeared ice was more slippery, and he could barely get traction with two legs wounded. The dog panting, whining pathetically as he tried to crawl back to shore and into the deep banks of snow. He had to hide, get away, run somewhere somehow....