WIGGLE AND JIGGLE

KANE

“They were the only ones willing to help. The rest didn’t seem to understand what we were saying.”

I told my brothers as we looked at the two humans. Their hair was matted; they had sores and bruises, some of which had maggots crawling out of them. The little left of their clothing was covered in layers of dirt, blood, and sweat which piled up and turned their clothes black.

They looked better now they had taken a wash in the river. The man didn’t have a good eye anymore and the woman had a deep cut on her hand that needed treatment. She also had a swollen mouth and there were eyesore heat rashes on his body.

Most of their skin had reddened because of heat and the doctors I previously called had just arrived now, carrying out their duties. We sat opposite these humans while some of our Sigmas escorted the other humans and wolves to the packhouse.

They tried to talk but even after drinking the whole river up, their voices were too ho