Licking the Wounds

They both ran away: she up and left for a cabin in the woods, he didn't care in which direction he went. Rain water is leaking from her roof, blood is dripping from his bullet wound. The connection is: broken. His body, her heart, their souls.

And somewhere in between there are some K9 genes that just doesn't seem to get is right (a dog that's more human than anything else and a human that is more....than anything else)