The sharp thorns stuck into his clothes, and untangling himself before he was found would have been impossible. He’d been running from one of the pride’s other boys, and had been too busy looking behind himself to notice what he was barreling toward until it was too late. He told me how he’d once gotten himself stuck in an acacia grove. We rarely talked of her, the pain was too fresh, but often of inconsequential things. There was someone to talk to at night, when, just as he said, I missed Ashtara the most. He was going to be fine.Īctually, if my memory serves me correctly, it was during this time I began to begrudgingly admit that having him with me was welcome.
He developed no fever, and his jokes were as irritating as I’d come to expect.
Was it three days, four, that we laid low by that creek? It’s hard to say, since the days ran together, and our main focus was allowing Execro the space and time to heal his injuries.
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