Its oh so wet... wet, slimy, cold, and dark. Everything so dark. His mind begins to panic, nares flaring with heavy breaths, his neck stretching and reaching for support. How to move? He didn't like this, not one bit. Where was the warmth that he had just slid from. A small nicker cries out for help. Was it a nicker? He wasn't sure. What was going on? There needed to be someone or something that could help him along. Just how alone was he? What was that icky feeling inside of him? What were those things under him, they were a part of him were they not? He could feel them just as he could feel the pains rumbling inside of himself. How long had he been here? Was there such a thing as time? There were sound around him, what were they? Ohh it was so much for one so fresh to world how would he survive if not for the kindness of strangers? Thoughts racing through his mind, sharp incisors reach for the pain, maybe he could chew it out. "ouch!" he whimpered, well that didn't help any, just made the hard ribs under his skin sore. This was no time to give up, he just got here he had to try, had to try something. For starters the stuff on his fur tasted nasty, but it did seem to settle the pains a little bit if not completely at least it was something. Licking at it the slimy wetness slid down his throat easy enough. Also made him feel warmer than before to so it couldn't be all bad. He just wished that he could make out something other than blackness. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be.
Thanh
idk things reasons
