Chapter 7
I stared after the man, thinking I should follow him. Curiosity overrules pain as I slowly rise onto my haunchesgrimacing at the agony of simply moving ,and began to follow my mysterious savior.
Joya are you sure trailing a complete stranger is the smartest thing to do?
Nobody ever said she was smart.
THAT'S NOT NICE!
Who said I was nice?
I rolled my eyes, what did I do that was so horrible in my other life to deserve this? I probably ran over someone's dog and now they're up there making me pay. Some spirit has a sick idea of revenge. I limped on, I could just pick out his back between the trees in front of me. How far is this guy going to walk? I was getting weaker by the moment and probably losing buckets of blood by the second.
Your not bleeding ,"buckets" of blood! If you were you would most certainly be dead by now.
It's an exaggeration! Geez!
Ya, why ya gatta be so tech-n-cal?
Oh! just shut up and enjoy the scenery!
They must have really loved that dog. I was breathing heavily now, my sides heaving with effort, I wasn't going to get much farther. I had to rest, but I didn't want to lose track of my savior. For some odd reason I had this feeling that I was meant to follow him, meant to know him. Maybe it's just my spirits trying to take over. I shook my giant hairy head trying to clear it and stumbled sideways, falling into the brush with a loud crash. Oh great, more injuries just what I need.
You're "savior" has stopped moving.
He probably heard the racket she made being a cluts!
Oh, great he's got his gun out again! Now he's really gonna shoot you!
Get up Joya so we can see properly!
I don't want to get shot!
He wont shoot you! He hasn't got the guts! Now get up slowly, so we can see!
I waited for a moment, trying to listen over the conversations of my spirits. There! Footsteps, coming slowly in my direction! God, I love wolf ears. I slowly lifted my head out of the brush until I could just see over the top of the black berry bush I was stuck in. My ears were right, my savior was slowly approaching, his gun raised to his eye, swiveling in every direction at the slightest noise.
I tried to get up, but one of my paws and my tail was really tangled in the bush. I tried to tug my paw free but that didn't do any good, it made the thorns embedded themselves deeper into my flesh. I yelped at the sudden pain as a stepped on more thorns. My animal instinct couldn't stand being trapped like this and once again took over. I began thrashing and flailing my limbs around, basically get myself in a worse position. I'm losing my mind! I started yelping and whining repeatedly, my animal instinct isn't very smart, he's gonna hear me and then shoot me! I look around still thrashing and yelping , but then suddenly I stop. There looking down at me outlined by the bright sunlight is my savior there once again to save me, I hope.