Swampson awoke suddenly with a groan, his entire body aching. His eyelids fluttered initially, then flew open as he started to remember what had happened. He lifted his head and looked around. He was completely alone, not a sight or sound of dogs nearby. The light scent of blood was around him, as if there had been fighting, but... Somehow, he had been ignored all that time. Slowly and painfully, he sat up, wincing the entire time and taking a moment to recover.
That Endigo fellow... Where had he gone? Swampson vaguely remembered talk of dogs wanting him dead. Is that what had happened? Drat, the old dog thought. Endigo was his only hope of finding his daughter. Now Swampson was alone at night in a place he had never been before. He knew not where to go to find a place where he would be welcomed. He supposed all he could do was find a sheltered place to rest for the night. He sighed lightly.
Dragging himself to his feet, he limped up a slope toward a small grove of trees and bushes. Looked like a good enough shelter for him. He glanced around once more. No signs of life. No signs even of death. Shrugging it off, he stumbled into the bushes and curled up in a dip between the roots of a tree. Resting his chin on one of the roots, he let his eyelids droop. He'd have to set off in the morning, he supposed. Better get rest if he was going it alone. His eyes fell closed, and he soon dozed off there.
((There, I feel better now.
))
That Endigo fellow... Where had he gone? Swampson vaguely remembered talk of dogs wanting him dead. Is that what had happened? Drat, the old dog thought. Endigo was his only hope of finding his daughter. Now Swampson was alone at night in a place he had never been before. He knew not where to go to find a place where he would be welcomed. He supposed all he could do was find a sheltered place to rest for the night. He sighed lightly.
Dragging himself to his feet, he limped up a slope toward a small grove of trees and bushes. Looked like a good enough shelter for him. He glanced around once more. No signs of life. No signs even of death. Shrugging it off, he stumbled into the bushes and curled up in a dip between the roots of a tree. Resting his chin on one of the roots, he let his eyelids droop. He'd have to set off in the morning, he supposed. Better get rest if he was going it alone. His eyes fell closed, and he soon dozed off there.
((There, I feel better now.
