Canid Undead: A Dog's Story

22 - Do Or Die

The horse galloped away, the maned wolf following.

"I assume they know about Fellinground's state."

"Oh, I thought you just didn't give enough of a shit to tell them. They may know regardless," said the maned wolf. "If not, they'll find out, or die trying."

The horse and the maned wolf had walked for miles, the maned wolf eventually hitching a ride on the horse's back.

Peeking through some foliage and the thick trees that accompanied it, the maned wolf now asleep on the horse's back, the horse reared up in alarm. A pack of dogs gathered together on a road that sat just a few horse-strides away from them.

A twig snapped from behind them. The horse's ears shot up - he whipped around to be attacked by a mixture of wolves and dogs and few felines.

The maned wolf was forced to wake, and instantly she'd been sent into a state of panic. A cat striked the maned wolf's throat. Her body became limp, where she then fell heavy onto the group, leaves crunching from which their assailants stood.

Canines and felines leapt onto the horse's back, the scratches and bites they'd inflicted on the horse's back, neck, and legs giving the horse an agonizing pain - like paper cuts to skin.

The dog pack on the road snickered, staring at the horse from the corner of his eye, the horse immobile.

The horse accepted death, a blackness crashing over his vision.