Water Hole

Usually, in any other case, Kidd would be enjoying himself. If it were any normal day and he would be taking a leisurely stroll through a jungle that is equally both parts vibrant and lavish. Over the sound of his own gentle huffs of hot breath Kidd would hear a soft trickle of water as it glides smoothly over the rough surface of rocks, creating an ironic juxtaposition that would fit perfectly among the metaphors of human poetry books. Under paw would be dozens of technicolor fallen leaves, turned crisp from the passing winter that siphoned away the life from the once viridecent and gentle foliage. Each of Kidd's four paws would rise silently and fall with a gentle crunch of the fallen skeleton's of spring.


This wasn't a normal evening though, and Kidd didn't have the honor of being accompanied by these simple pleasures. Instead, he was miserable and his only company he has was his own nagging thoughts of what he needed. The sound of the near by water didn't soothe his agitated mind and rather than breathing in and out steadily in contentment each of his inhales sounded shallow and pained and each of his exhales were heavy and felt like fire was being produced in his lungs, as if his body was a broken factory failing to do it's job. The bottoms of his paws were rubbed raw from walking and running for so long and by this point he was practically scraping his exhausted limbs across the dry ground.


The only thing that was keeping him going at this point was that he had a goal in mind. Kidd is smart and knew that water meant food, which meant an ideal place for him to hunt and rest before he continued on. He was well aware that he was trespassing. He could smell the aroma of the native species all around him and although he was impervious to mere propagate left behind, if he were to come face to face with a =native wolf he would be in trouble.

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