08-18-2013, 07:05 PM
Erich, this month: quieter, a little more withdrawn, mouth closed, ears swiveling, eyes gleaming. He stays close by the side of his packmate, protective, and stretches out his neck to quietly sniff at friends as they pass.
Ingrid. Avery. That-other-Ahroun. Hector, too, and Jack. Thomas. He greets them each by each, if they stop by: touches noses, bumps sides sometimes, thumps them a little with his tail. He's not despondent. There's still a muted joy in him, just to see everyone in the same place, but all the same --
what happened this month has left a mark. There's no mistake of that.
Ingrid. Avery. That-other-Ahroun. Hector, too, and Jack. Thomas. He greets them each by each, if they stop by: touches noses, bumps sides sometimes, thumps them a little with his tail. He's not despondent. There's still a muted joy in him, just to see everyone in the same place, but all the same --
what happened this month has left a mark. There's no mistake of that.
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.