[ If his heart would beat, it would've given up by now. He's frozen stiff in horror at the sound of snapping and snarling — he remembers the wolves. He remembers them trying to get in his home, struggling against the door as vicious snapping teeth tried to force their way in.
He's dead. Deader than dead. He doesn't dare turn around, his eyes flicking downwards to the bloodied stone at his knees, in the snow.
But it's not just a wolf. There's a man, too. And his eyes close briefly in relief. Wasn't there a man with a wolf in Milton? Maybe it's.. it's him?
Jesus, what's he going to think when he sees? Because of course he'll see. ]
I'm sorry. [ He's too scared to turn around. Even with the wolf settling. He knows it's all over if he does. All he can do is stay where he is, his arms slowly lifting and spreading out. Surrender. Mercy. His hands are bloodied, fingers will wet with blood and gore. His head dips. He shakes. ]
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He's dead. Deader than dead. He doesn't dare turn around, his eyes flicking downwards to the bloodied stone at his knees, in the snow.
But it's not just a wolf. There's a man, too. And his eyes close briefly in relief. Wasn't there a man with a wolf in Milton? Maybe it's.. it's him?
Jesus, what's he going to think when he sees? Because of course he'll see. ]
I'm sorry. [ He's too scared to turn around. Even with the wolf settling. He knows it's all over if he does. All he can do is stay where he is, his arms slowly lifting and spreading out. Surrender. Mercy. His hands are bloodied, fingers will wet with blood and gore. His head dips. He shakes. ]
I don't want trouble.