Fleck attempted to sit in the wooden wagon. He felt sharp pains in his right knee. He struggled to stay upright and gaze around the cart. A tall buck with white fur rested in the corner. The other buck had a helmet and two swords were strapped to his back. He wore the patch of Perkin one-eye's division on his shoulder and had the rank of lieutenant.
The new doe slouched at one end of the rickety cart, whittling a twig. Bastille slumped in the back, sulking. Her fingers were tracing the boards on the wagon floor, mind distracted. The orange doe seemed natural. At ease.
Wilfred was sorting through his satchel. He soon drew out several interesting pieces of something.
"Hungry?" He asked. The white buck perked up, banging his head on the side of the wagon.
"Aye." He said, rubbing his head. The white buck accepted some food, and actually ate it!
"Fleck?" Wilfred asked. Fleck shrugged and accepted the food. At the movement, Fleck collapsed on the wagon floor.
The white buck was by his side in no time, helping Fleck lean against the wall. Fleck barely ate the food. If he weren't so hungry, he would have thrown the rest out the back of the cart.
"We have almost arrived." Garten barked from his seat. The white buck rubbed his forehead and tugged his ears.
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Ohh, this is so interesting....we want to know who everyone is!!!!!! But we have to wait...oh well....this was so good!!!
oo I'm very interested in who the new doe is!!! Great job as always!!!!