Eight walked casually, slowly, his every muscle sore and bruised, his face throbbed from the kicked up debris he encountered during the chase. Even his wound burned, despite it being quite healed for some time. His eyes were heavy and each time a paw hit the ground it hit with the weight of a stone, his body being kept from the ground por sheer force of will alone.
He was exhausted. He woke to see two full sunrises since he had last rested, and finished off the segundo día with a brisk run with the lead Alphas. A trying task, especially for the likes of him.
As the día passed into the noon hours...
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