Wounded Warsong
#4 of Und Des Nachts: Danny the Killer
Disclaimer: This is a terrible story, and I apologize for tricking you into reading it. I mean, be honest, would you willingly enjoy this sort of thing? What kind of sick mind derives pleasure from the rape and torture of an innocent young canine? Not yours. Never yours. Never mine. Never.
That being said, be over 18 or stay far away.
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It was a cold spring day, and an April sun was fighting its way into a dusty grey morning. Danny was walking down the street, whistling a happy tune and thinking about the good things in life- and there were quite a few today! The sun was shining brightly through the morning mist, and it made the snow shine brilliantly (even if it was melting). There were a few clouds in the sky; they circled the light like bloated white hawks, forcing it to break through in even, beautiful rays. It was an image that the weasel kit liked. It brought a smile to his lips.
It was times like these that he wished he had a camera on him. That was sort of the beauty of nature: if something wonderful happened, you could take a picture of it. Not everything was like that. Sometimes you had to cherish your memories on the inside, and keep them locked away in there. Far, far away...
That thought reminded him: two things were beautiful today. It was the perfect sort of weather for a birthday, in actuality. It was his fourteenth, and Danny was feeling very positive about the coming year and everything that was going to happen. Just before school, his foster mother had given him his first gift of the day.
It was sitting in his pocket right now, as a matter of fact. The present was small enough to carry to school and made out of shiny metal... and it did the most marvelous things. The weasel kit loved the slick feeling of iron in his paws, and the joy of holding it was almost enough to make him shiver uncontrollably.
It was making his flesh crawl and his fur tingle with excitement. Danny felt he couldn't contain it any longer. The kit just had to try it out! That old tigress had good taste, and ever since she'd learned of Danny's little interest, she'd been enduring his begging for something like this and MAN did she have to endure a lot.
Looking for a place where he could be alone, Danny checked the time. It was... Almost eight in the morning. That was fine- he still had about fifteen minutes to get to school. No one would miss him if he was late anyway. Turning down a narrow street, the weasel kit made a small detour, walking down a familiar stretch of sidewalk, passing some familiar trees. This wouldn't take long.
Danny's gait slowed to a shuffle as he crept up to Ian's house. Aha! It was perfect! Ian had been sick for a few days, but Danny was sure he wouldn't mind a good friend coming to visit for a little bit. And besides, he could try out his new toy, and that was as good an excuse to visit his friend as any, right? His triangle ears perked against the material of his hoodie, listening to the sound of his sneakers crunching against the driven snow as the fourteen-year-old kit made his way to the fence guarding the backyard of a fashionably run-down looking duplex.
Danny tried the gate. Why did Ian's mom keep locking this damn thing? Was she trying to keep someone out? As if anyone needed her backyard besides himself and Ian. Jesus, woman. He idley jiggled the lock as he thought, knowing that the door wouldn't open under any means of persuasion. Gripping the top of the fence, he shoved his sneaker into one wire hole and hoisted himself up and over, dropping to the ground with a 'plop' noise.
Ian's backyard was an absolutely beautiful place. It wasn't like his parents were rich or anything, but it was that kind of neighborhood that went on for a while, before trailing off into a little park where cubs and kits could run around and play on a jungle-gym or slide down a slide or something. There was a lot of sand there, which is why Danny liked to sit up on the top of the slide and think about things.
But the great thing about Ian's backyard was the fact that it stretched out forever. There was one telephone pole, and then prairie and nothing else. Danny sort of wandered out to the middle of it, soaking in the beauty of the dancing sun and shifting clouds on the endless white expanse. He gripped his present in his paw and took it out of his hoodie's front pocket. It glistened metallically in the light.
"Danny, dude! Happy birthday, man!" A ridiculously happy voice chirped, causing a toothy grin to spread across the weasel-kit's muzzle.
Ian the wolf grabbed his friend's shoulder and spun him around, his own smile widening. It was so good to see his buddy! He felt like it had been weeks, even though it was only three lonely, lonely days. He coughed weakly into his paw, and Danny gave him a pat on the shoulder. It was good to be loved again.
"Easy, huh Ian? I thought you were supposed to be sick, you know? It's kind of cold outside to be wandering around in just a t-shirt. But ah... thanks, dude. Fourteen feels pretty good so far. Especially now that I have... this."
Danny held up his birthday present. It really did shimmer something beautiful in the light. It felt so good, showing it to someone else like that. Right out in the open. Where everyone could see him.
"So..." The wolf took it in his hand and stared at the thing intently. "Did Fran give you this?"
"Yeah. It took a lot of nosing, but I finally got the damn thing out of her." Danny beamed with pride, taking the present back and fiddling with it in his paws. "You know, I haven't even used it yet."
"Really? Jesus, you? " Ian grinned sarcastically, watching Danny toss the toy in the air and catch it again.
"I was gonna wait until you were around, you know? Today is big for us." The weasel kit shrugged his shoulders. Ian crossed his arms across his chest and tapped his footpads impatiently against the frosty grass.
The harmonica glistened as the weasel kit put it gingerly to his lips, kissing the cold metal for the first time. He blew softly, his eyes closing to enjoy the solitary note that seemed to hover in the air. His trembling paws shifted, and the note wavered, bending up ward and floating somewhere off into the distance.
Ian's tail was wagging back and forth. "Are you gonna learn to play it?"
"Oh yeah, you bet." Danny grinned, looking lovingly down at his first harmonica. "I'm gonna play this until my lips bleed."
Ian practically howled with glee, jumping up and down a little in place. "That's so awesome! You'll be famous!"
"Thanks for having faith in me, but it's just a harmonica."
"Yeah, but it's your harmonica."
"I guess that's true." Danny gave it another experimental blow. "Hmmm..."
"So have you decided who's coming on our date tonight?"
"..."
"Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Mary, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It's Mary." The weasel kit gave his friend a sheepish, embarrassed grin. "How'd you guess?"
‘Mary' was an Alaskan malamute, and she had blue, blue eyes that made Danny want to curl up and hide away inside himself whenever she tossed a look his way. Whenever she was in the room, hear heard music, he heard singing: A choir of angels followed her, and every step nearer to him she took would suck more and more of the breath from his lungs.
She was so tender, so young, so kind. Her fur was a dark shade of grey, except for her front, which was as white as a flawless snowfall. The weasel kit could only imagine what she looked like naked. Like a statue, perhaps, cut from the living marble. Or a goddess, born from the froth of the sea and thrust upon this filthy mortal world, undeserving of her charms. And her voice! My God, her voice! Like a lark. Like a robin.
She walked the halls, admired, fantasized about, but never ever touched. Not one stray fur on her tail was plucked by an eager paw, not one beating heart dared to contemplate the depths of her... depths. She was untarnished, a virgin- or so the weasel had heard. Very religious and very stern, but perfect.
Had she ever even had a boyfriend? It was hard to say- she'd never been seen with a boy. And that's what Danny loved the most. She was a picture of invulnerability. She couldn't be touched. But Danny could touch anything. Mary was a howling goddess, life and sex and blood and everything wonderful.
At least, that's what Danny thought about when he looked at her. Every day, he'd watch his first love from across the lunchroom, silently damning his hands for not being able to write music or paint or even fold an origami note. He left a little crane on her desk one day, after calculus... He watched from behind as a corner as she made the wings flap a little before throwing it away. Mary didn't even unfold it.
But all that was just fine. After all, he was asking her out tonight, and he had this perfect romantic spot all picked out in the woods. He'd steal some of his dad's beer, or a wine cooler, and pack a salad.... Maybe even bring a condom, if things went really well. He'd lay with her on a blanket, tell her he loved her.
He'd touch her.
And if all else failed, his best friend Ian would be there to back him up. There was nothing like having a wingman on your side, not that Danny knew much about dating. The young weasel was shy and naive, but he was sure Mary had just as much experience as he did. He was sure she'd make just as many mistakes as he would. Danny forgave, and Danny forgot.
Today, Mary found another folded piece of paper on her desk. Her expression sort of drooped. It was just folded square, not a bird like last time. And that was so cool, too... She turned it around and look! There were some words!
"Read me." She read aloud. Jeeze, who would do something like this? The husky rooooolled her eyes. Well, the least she could do was give the poor guy a proper funeral. But she'd have to run it by diagnostics first-her friends would know who it was. They knew ALL the guys in the school.
She was patient, taking peeks at the note and trying her best not to open it. Something THIS rich had to be saved for no less than her entire circle, and it simply wouldn't do to read it before Amy and Heather did!
Danny waited all day. She'd read the note, right? It said ;Read Me' on it, for chrissakes.
Lunchtime! Alright! And pizza too, as per any Friday! Mary sat with her two best friends, laughing and stealing fries and telling stories. But something was on the agenda today, oh yes. She had a letter. From a guy.
"Dear Mary," she cooed. All of her pals snapped their heads toward her, rapt with attention. "It's so good to finally get this off my chest, so I apologize if my handwriting is a little shaky."
"Awwww...." Amy, a lioness pretended to swoon.
Mary smirked and continued reading. The handwriting was beginning to get a little bit jittery, she supposed. "I left you a note like this once before, but you tossed it away before you read it, and it sort of broke my heart. But I can forgive you- you didn't know what you were doing. You would have forgiven me, right? Well... It's my birthday today. You wouldn't mind giving me a present, would you?"
The canine frowned. "Huh. It just stops."
"Really?" Heather said, plucking the note from her friend with a clever swipe of her otter claws. "Huh. It really does just... stop. Wait, no. It says ‘Love' down here at the bottom. But there's no room to write a name."
"Who is it, huh?" Amy peered over her friend's shoulder, looking intently down at the note.
"Well... I dunno. I was hoping you guys could tell me."
"It looks like a-"
"Like a creep!"
"Yeah, like some creep wrote it. I mean, not to be harsh or anything, but damn. Look at this! It starts off with perfect handwriting, and you can barely read it at the end."
Mary shrugged her shoulders and tossed the piece of paper into a nearby trashcan. "Maybe he's just nervous, you know?"
"Well, what are you gonna do?" Heather leaned forward on her elbows. "He didn't really say... anything."
"What can I do but ignore it, huh? I don't even know who he is."
Danny scratched the back of one black-furred ear, feeling a little dejected. Of course he'd wanted to write his name! But he got too shy and delivered the letter first. Whoopsies.
The rest of the day slid through their fingers like sand. The sun rose high, and then sank on its haunches like a tired animal, peering down at the world. Wide shafts of ruddy orange light fell into a large, mostly-empty room. Danny waited there, sitting on the piano bench and twiddling his paws. They mulled over themselves, thinking and straining, hitting keys with the confidence and grace only a pianist could possess... well, at least someone who knew their way around the keys.
Chopin tonight, Danny decided. To sooth his panting mouth and shaking paws. Prelude.... In D flat minor. He'd always liked that song. It reminded him of something. Something.... Ah.... Long ago.
There were footsteps outside the music room doors, now. He could hear her panting, his Mary, his love. She'd come back from volleyball practice! And she had come alone... her locker was down here, Danny knew.
"Who's in here?" Mary said, whispering in half-awe.
He could almost hear her ears perk up, her muzzle poking around the thick wood of the door. "Heeeey..." He called back, his paws running on autopilot. "Just me. That's all."
"Oh." She slunk through the door like some sort of weary angel. "You're really good, you know? Have I seen you around before?"
"Yeah."
"Like, where?"
He couldn't help but smile. "Math class, maybe? I'm the guy who-"
"Who answers all the questions! Of course! That weasel kid! Jeeze, who knew you could play like that, huh?"
"Well..." His voice trailed off. "I've had a little practice."
"How long have you been playing for?"
"About a year." That, at least, was true.
"Well, you're really good." Mary smiled softly. This kid wasn't so bad, and to tell the truth, he was kinda cute in a nerdy sort of way. Cute little black ears, a little black at the tip of his tail, and absolutely gorgeous fur... how had she not noticed him before? And furthermore... would he hate her for not knowing his name? Oooh! She hoped not! God knew she'd alienated enough boys already...
Mary decided she would be direct. "I know I sound like a blonde and all, but ah... what's your name?"
"It's Danny."
Mary giggled a little bit, slinking up to the piano to adjust her volleyball shirt and play a few keys on the piano. Danny wanted to flatten his ears so badly. God, why did people do that? He forced his paws to stop.
"I guess it's good to meet you finally."
"So did you get that note I sent you?"
She could feel her canine ears flatten, and she sort of looked away for a second. All the sex appeal was washed away, just like that. So Danny was a creep, huh? Oh jeeze... The weasel kit stood up and shook his head, a wry grin forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Didja get me a present?" Danny gave her a quick smile, and turned to grab something behind the piano bench.
"You uh, you kinda sprang it on me at the last minute."
"It's ok," he said, pulling the sack over her head. "You're a good girl."
Poking his head in the door Ian gestured with a paw, grinning his wolfish, toothy grin. "The truck's ready."
And as it drove the pair home, Danny started to relax. Maybe this would be ok after all. Perhaps he wouldn't screw it up like last time. A song was playing on the radio.
_Hummingbird, just let me die,
Inside the broken holes of your olive eyes.
I do believe you gave it your best try.
Ah, hummingbird, sing to me._
Ian didn't know the name of the band, and neither did he.
He could hear her breathing in this dark place. The air was heavy and acrid and a warmness filled it that permeated every pore in his body, pressing into him, filling him with arousal, and need, and purpose. Footsteps echoed in his yawning darkness.
"Mary." A quivering voice called out. "I'm here. You don't have to be alone."
Her body twitched on the floor, writhing deliberately in an attempt to force herself to her feet. He grinned, but did not laugh, because he knew exactly how she felt. And wasn't he a merciful god? "Here," the voice whispered "Let met help you..."
Her head jerked away from his paws, the ears folded back like those of a cornered dog. And wasn't she a cornered dog? Her low whimpers rang softly against the cement as the blindfold was ripped from her face, revealing... nothing. He grinned again, but did not laugh, because he knew exactly how she felt.
"I'm sorry. I know you can't see anything. I don't mean to make you afraid, but isn't that poetic? You finally get the blindfold off, and there's nothing to see. That's beautiful."
Mary's throat clenched up, and she let out a loud canine whine, whimpering like a hurt little bitch. Her head ached so bad, and this place smelled horrible- it was making her eyes water and her throat clench. And... there was something in... in her mouth! It was deep, almost into her throat. It was hard to breathe as her mind and body started to panic. She put up a vicious struggle, her toned muscles straining to push the thing out of her throat or separate her arms from behind her back. But her volleyball-trained body would do her no good. Cold, metallic claws were keeping her still, locked tight around her lovely feminine wrists, even as she managed to struggle to her knees.
Something bony hit her in the face like a hammer, and it sent her crashing to the cold floor, where she shivered, quaking like a puppy without a mother.
"Why would you make me do that? You're so soft. God, look at me... my paws are shaking. You're fucking me up, Mary, you naughty slut." He laughed whiningly, enjoying the sound of her protestant moan. "You don't agree? Well, maybe I was being a little harsh. You're not a slut. I'm sorry."
Footsteps echoed in darkness, dragging gratingly across a bare floor. Her canine nose twitched, and her mind raced. Her grandpa was a wolf. He was in the war a while back... what would he have done? Where was her lupine sense of smell? Why would it leave her now, when she was alone with this maniac!? Grandpa... Tears began to well up in her eyes. She wanted to see grandpa again...
"Jesus, Mary. Mary Mary Mary. Everything about you..."
A click. And suddenly her eyes burned! She let out a loud howl as her world fell into horrible searing light. She felt like her eyes were frying in her head, and she wrenched her head away. He watched as her body flailed hopelessly, her eyelids clenched shut and streaming with pained tears. Danny could feel his sheath growing thick and heavy with blood. Look how he could make her move! Just by touching a switch!
A hand gripped her neck solidly, and her whole body was still. "Shhh..." the voice cooed, giggling a little, clearly pleased with itself. "It'll stop hurting soon. And then you can see me."
A warmth covered her, pressing against her fur and her flesh, causing both to crawl with the realization that she was naked. Mary could feel herself being fondled obscenely by paws that quivered just as much as she did. The canine's eyes fluttered; her head was pounding, and she couldn't keep her eyes open. The light was just too bright.
Then she felt his teeth on her neck, and his tongue in- in her eyes. In her eyes, lapping at her tearstained fur, catlike purring rumbling from the chest pressed against her naked back. "I want to pet you." His voice mumbled into her neck. "I want to stroke your fur... touch your ears... I want to grip them with my claws, and pull them from your head while you scream for me to stop. I wanna rip your ears off, Mary. Is that romantic?"
She could feel his claws on her head now, stroking her with some sick form of tender affection. Her neck bent back violently, her wild growling muffled completely by the gag in her mouth. She thrashed desperately, but all the paw did was caress her fur, like her... oh... like her grandpa used to. "I want to look you in the eye and tell you that I love you as I shove my thumb into your socket. Will you tell me if it hurts, Mary? Will you tell me if you hate me? If I'm sick? Will you beg me to stop? I hope so."
The paw slid down her muzzle, gripping it and turning it away from the light. The world flickered still as she tried her best to watch whoever was doing this to her. She could make out the dark shadow of a pointed face, two triangle ears...
His paws slid all over her face, touching her muzzle, feeling into the grooves in her eyes, stroking the inside of her perfect tulip ears. The bitch shied away from his touch as much as she could, but the malamute was bound, and a heavy weight was sitting on her chest. She was coming into reality piece by piece, and now she could feel completely again. Her ribs hurt. God, her whole body ached, and whoever it was wouldn't take those damn paws off her face.
"Sorry..." He mumbled nervously, as if sensing her apprehension. Clever fingers slid behind her head, the claws trailing through her fur. There was a soft click, and the pressure in the back of her muzzle disappeared. Suddenly, the canine could close her mouth again. Her jaw ached like it had been pried apart. It didn't even occur to her that it might have.
"Hi Mary." Danny said sheepishly, his lips curled up in an innocent grin. Mary could feel his tail wagging back and forth on her bare stomach.
"D-Danny? What!? W-Where---MMMMMMMM!" His paws crushed her muzzle against the cement, thrusting her eyes back towards the light, a sharp claw pinning her eyelids open.
"That's my name." He whispered as he leaned down, rubbing his muzzle against her ear, nipping it playfully. He felt like a cub again, crushing that first bird. But he knew what he was doing, now. He was directing her very life like a symphony. It was like painting a piece of art. Anyone with the right technique could make this beautiful.
"Mmmm..." The bitch groaned pitifully into the pavement. She could hear something scraping against the ground, and then a metallic coldness on the back of her head. Danny's paws were holding something.
"I want you." The weasel's voice was shaking almost as bad as his paws were. Mary let out a yelp as she felt a metallic pinch around her ear. The pliers dug into her soft fur and flesh with their sharp teeth, fresh from the store. "I know it's your first time. I'll be gentle," he whispered, getting a good grip on his new pair of pliers.
The bitch's eyes flared wide as she felt a painful tug on her ear. She could feel her throat starting to scream. His paw was crushing her head against the pavement now, and she could hear the weasel grunt with effort as the skin and cartilage began to stretch, her blood vessels popping and seeping warmth into her skull.
Frustrated, the weasel yanked and yanked, bending the ear in all sort of weird angles, rolling it up backwards- pulling in every way he could think of. Danny struggled to keep his lover's head to the ground as he pulled. The goddess was thrashing and crying and begging him to stop, telling him she'd do anything, begging for her grandpa.
‘Look, Ian. Look what I can make her do.' He thought. Ian wouldn't be back for awhile. The young wolf had agreed to give Danny his alone time, with the promise that he could grab a bite to eat afterward. Mustering all his strength into his arm, the weasel pulled back, finally feeling the flesh give. The pliers clattered to the floor, and the ear with them, soaked in red gore.
He watched the young canine lass struggle, her arms snapping themselves backward. She would have given anything to hold her head, to put her paws on the hole where her ear had been ripped from her head, just to make it stop bleeding. The wound was cold, even in the hot air, she felt it freeze. Her lupine nose could smell the blood now. The blood... and the metal.
"IT HURTS..." Mary sobbed, her voice broken by the choking knot in her throat. "Please, Danny! It HURTS."
"Shh... I know, gorgeous." He cooed, stroking her face. Some of her divine blood was on his paws, but it didn't stop the weasel from cradling her muzzle, putting a finger to her shivering, luscious lips. "You know what would make me stop?"
She looked up at him with wide eyes- the sobbing stopped. No words came from her throat, her muzzle didn't dare articulate a sound. She didn't even mouth anything.
"You could say you love me."
It felt like years before Mary answered. Danny cradled her head like a newborn pup, his thumbs gently caressing her muzzle while his finger pads kept it off the harsh pavement. "I lo-"
Danny's world was in slow motion. He watched her mouth open up, her brilliant white fangs shining in the harsh light. He could hear music as he pressed her head back to the pavement, his muzzle quietly whispering.
_Tell me anything you want.
Any old lie will do..._
He could feel her naked body arch under his as he pressed one claw against her glassy pupil, driving the nail right into the center of her baby-blue, right in the middle of the iris. Bull's-eye! It folded in on itself, and soon his thumb was covered in red and white slickness. It felt like cottage cheese, almost, and he smeared it around as sanguine tears leaked onto her fur. His body jerked as it's first orgasm hit, sending a few stray ropes of weasel cum onto her breasts, some onto her neck... a few drops even reached her screaming maw, much to Danny's pride. He wiped off what remained on her fur, and stood up, watching his virgin love contort on the floor.
Mary laid still, in shock, the fear having choked her completely. It paralyzed her, and she felt like she was far away now. The world was slipping from her paws. She was vaguely aware of her legs being wrenched open. She was a good girl. Far away, she was ripped open. The numbness kept her from feeling the heat as she was used. She wondered what Grandpa would have thought of her, to see her like this.
Danny came again, deep inside his goddess. She was so hot, so tight, and he was tearing her apart, filling her with his light, his very being... He felt exhausted.
"Ian..." He crowed. "I'm done."
Mary's remaining ear perked. Ian? Who was Ian? Her throat let out a tired groan. Her world was spinning now.
The door scraped open, and then closed again. Her head rolled to the side. She could just barely, through her one eye. Mary wished she hadn't looked. It wasn't help coming.
Ian was broad and strong, white fur shining in the bright light. He was tall, and had a handsome face that was totally ruined by the hungry expression plastered on it. And he was nude, save for an iron cross slung around his neck, nestling into his chest fur. He was horny. And hung. And he knew in his heart that she felt the same way.
All sound in the room vanished except for her rapid, frightened breathing as the lupine dropped to all fours, stepping proudly like a feral wolf approaching wounded prey. Ian said nothing, he simply sniffed her body. She smelled like lilac perfume, and fear, and... weasel cum.
He smiled, but did not laugh. He knew exactly how she felt.
Chew her paws? Tear her throat? No, Ian knew better. Bite her belly. String her out. That was the way you dealt with prey. Food came first, then mercy. He lowered his muzzle to her heaving stomach, his lips brushing against her soft fur.
"Calm down-hey! Calm DOWN, goddamn it! Danny! Danny! Listen to me!"
Ian gripped his best friend by the shoulders, his strong arms pressing the weasel up against his furry chest. "Danny! Shhh... shhh..... hey, c'mon. Focus, buddy. Pay attention, keep with me."
The weasel kit pried the wolf's paws apart, taking only a few steps before dropping to his hands and knees, retching on the forest floor. His chest ached from losing his lunch so many times, and he could barely see straight anymore.
Ian rushed to his side, petting the back of his head and cooing softly. His ears flattened to hear Danny sobbing like this. It was pathetic, he knew. But all he wanted to do was make the weasel kit feel a little better. In any way he could.
"Are you done? Are you gonna be ok, Danny? Can you breathe...?"
"J-Jesus Christ, Ian. Did you see her? Did you see what I did to her? I ruined her, Ian! I... I...!" The weasel kit clutched his chest and fought back a fresh wave of vomit. His eyes were filled with tears as he wiped the grime off his muzzle with bloodstained paws. "I'm so sick... I'm so sick..."
"No you're not." Ian said in an even, motherly tone. His own chest was heaving, his heart beating heavily. He could still see the malamute, spread eagle on her back in the middle of an abandoned bomb-shelter in the forest... one eye gone, one ear ripped off, her belly eaten out all the way up to her ribs. He'd eaten her throat, too. Because she wouldn't stop wiggling.
The wolf shook his head. Danny mattered now, not his daydreams. He hugged his trembling friend to his chest and whispered softly into his ear, in his best fatherly tone. "Danny, no matter what you do to them, you know I'll be here for you, right?"
"I loved her Ian. I..."
"Shhh... I know you did. I know you did." His friend's body shuddered violently. Ian licked his black-tipped ear.
"And she was pretty." Danny moaned.
"I know. I know."
Danny wept softly into the wolf's chest. For a few hours, he would be someone else. And then he would remember who he was, and his heart would be full of joy.
But until then, Ian would stay with him, and hold him close. The wolf lowered his muzzle, and gingerly kissed the space between the weasel's black-tipped ears.
He didn't even care that a little of Mary's blood left a red streak on his buddy's snow-white fur.
_Terrible am I child?
Even if you don't mind,
In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
I will do it grandfather,
Wilt to wood and end._