Towering her, the human eyed her greedily. She knew that expression. She saw it during the Hunting War. The feeling that made her shrink. In a strange language, the human spoke and the dogs left Midnight alone, and ran off to the forest.
Midnight heard this language for about a season long and was able to listen to it slightly by understanding. The human said, "Ah, injured, how fortunate."
What does 'ah', 'injured' and 'fortunate' mean, anyway? Midnight thought.
The human slowly reached his hand out to Midnight's forehead, but Midnight bared her fangs, and snapped the hand when it got to close. The man wailed in agony and hit Midnight with a club. Dazed, Midnight let go. She was never hit like that.
"Martin, you-"
Is Martin a name? wondered a dizzy Midnight.
A rather plump human emerged from the bushes, carrying what Midnight learned was a 'raffle' when she heard of Ironide, a wolf general, report. "Oh my! Goodness gracious! What happened to your hand?"
The only word Midnight didn't understand was gracious. The plump human continued ranting, "What did you touch?"
"This wolf bit me!" roared the first man, who held his hand in pain. The plump man pulled a box from behind and opened it. He first press the hand and the first man roared in agony, scaring birds from their nests. Midnight wanted to run, but her leg seemed pretty bad. Next, he took out a tiny box and applied it's contents to the pain, and pulled a long white ribbon and began wrapping it around Martin's hand. "There, Martin. Pretend it never happened," soothed the plump man.
"Doctor Smith, I doubt you feel the pain," winced Martin.
The plump man, Smith, knotted the ribbon together. "It's bandaged, just remember that it could have been worse," he said.
"I swear that wolf's a monster," Martin growled. Midnight growled, and Smith turned his attention to Midnight.
"Oh, you poor little creature," cooed Smith. He pulled more ribbon strips from the bag and approached Midnight. Again, the she-wolf growled, and Smith took a step back.
Martin's rough voice shot out, "This would do."
Midnight looked at his direction. Martin held a weird looking rifle, pointing at her. "Martin, no!" Smith yelled as something flew towards her. It pinched her skin and she instantly felt as she was in a hazy dream. Before she could even whimper, unconsciousness took over.
Author's note: It's a little short, but I think it's OK. What do you guys think? Thanks for the support, A01315.
No problem :D
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