...aged up his leg and his back. Every day I
fed him meat and some fruits that were high in Vitamin C. He slowly
recovered and by and by, he was healthy again. When the time came to
release him, I took off his bandages. He looked (or rather heard) at
me curiously, I told him to go but he wouldnt budge. I knew he
was an odd one, mainly he acted differently from the rest of his kind
and his fur being orange, so I didnt know if he was going to kill
me, or love me.During
this time, Wildmutt, who even though could not understand a single
word he said, suddenly remembered something.Creatures
were approaching him, biting at him, barking at him. One of them
particularly was his brother. He was now the leader of the tribe,
the old one died and he took his place. He hated Wildmutt, and even
though he was his brother he ordered him killed. Wildmutt wanted
forgiveness, wanted to be-Wildmutt
shook his head.Past.
Bad. Things are better now. I have new brother.And
right before he fell asleep, the last words he heard were,-and
since then we created a brotherly bond. I was able to heal his
wounds and his mind. He is happy.Sleep.
Arms looked down, Wildmutt was sleeping, curled up in a tight ball he
gave another loud snort and then slept quietly.Four
Arms smiled, but then looked sad again.X...