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ITEM (Nothing To Use!)

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ACT (Choosing To Speak!)

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RUN (Nowhere To Go!)

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She- Definitely she, and not it- speaks again. Southeast cringes again. He opens an eye, the left, angled at her. This woman is not a Daemon, that is what he knows. She’s a wolf, as well. She must have been from that other pack- the one that took over the forest and sent them into the caves. But wouldn’t she be able to smell the difference between them? He could.

Nose twitching with rapid sniffs of the air, his mouth watered at something as equally foreign as everything else. Salt, and then something very pungent. Almost sour, but not quite. It was a pleasant sour, like a fragrant mushroom. It was nice, if strong. The boy figured that this situation was fine. Just that. Could be better, could be worse, but it was more than alright. No sé, Starting with a warbly voice, he cleared his throat for another attempt. I.. I’m fine.

There was a bend of ankles, then an attempt to stand to prove his point. Hind lifted, tail tucked, then he shoved himself upward. Not too high, not too fast. His head still hurt. Big eyes could finally afford a proper look at the sleek dame ahead of him. She was dark, as all wolves were, but the black was in the wrong places. Usually, there was a cape of it around their back and shoulders and.. All of their upper body, really. There was no reason to judge, he decided. I think.. He struggled to find his words- days, near weeks of silence had taken its toll on him. I think I’m lost. I was just in the cave, but..

The boy spins about to spot the foxhole he rolled out of. He hadn’t seen grass or shrubbery or trees before, and it was all incredibly disorienting. Was this what Out-side looked like? So overwhelming. Taking a seat to figure out where he was looking, Southeast twisted over his right shoulder to look at Daiyu. Where am I? Speech grew more difficult as he continued, now having to clear his throat again. He hoped that was enough, for he was almost certain he’d start coughing if he spoke any more.