In Repair
The hyena moved his figure, stinging with embers of pain rolling through his muscles and joints, bending down and scooping up the dying fox in his arms. His paws could feel the life, the light slowly dimming, pawtip to pawtip with every waning breath....
The savior
The Hyena fell to the ground, beaten and worn by the incessance of blind beatings upon his fur, and state of mind. His eyes felt over the scene, like his paws to the first touch of the cold concrete as they finally had the freedom to move again. His...
Finale
The finale to the story -- hope all who have kept with it enjoy the last bit -- The group sat, under the secrets that the trees held close in their canopy, the wind driving and whistling through them, giving an audio blanket, forbidding and fur...