And there. He stops mid-schlock and turns sharply toward the sound (and not only the sound) like a hunting dog. A frown appears between his brows; that nagging feeling of familiarity - and something like instinct - is getting stronger.
The rhythmic sound of his feet through the mud runs along just a little more quickly.
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Date: 2009-08-07 05:15 am (UTC)The rhythmic sound of his feet through the mud runs along just a little more quickly.