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[deimos]

↠↠Joel wasn't sure how he got here, why he was stumbling with a wound on his hind leg, why is pack was so empty and his muzzle wrapped with barbed wire. He grimaced as he stepped into the marshs, his paws up to his ankles already soaked. Somehow, Joel managed to blindly stumble about for a half mile, his muzzle still trapped and wrapped tightly. He wasn't aware he crossed a border, however, the graying coyote wheezing with effort. Joel scampered up the hill into the forest, before sitting down and raising his paws, trying to tear it from his muzzle.

He could barely retrace the steps he had taken through the marsh, his eyes sweeping towards it  as he paused, only half of the wire removed from his face. He grimaced. "Damnit." He managed through the wire, his guitar slowly sliding over his shoulder as he pulled the rest of the barbed wire off with a deep grunt, his eyes narrowing as he felt the blood drip from his muzzle.

Slowly, Joel pushed to his feet, sweeping the barbed wire into his pack. He could use it later. The old coyote headed deeper into the forest. Maybe he would camp out here tonight. It was clear that Joel was unaware there was civilization near. ↞↞

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