Xivaari
by Rigel Ailur
Published by Bluetrix Books, Smashwords Edition
© 2011 by the author
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All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
Xivaari
I refused to let him die. Ignoring the jungle around us, we sat nose to nose and glowered at each other. Well, I was sitting—on my haunches. My feline friend Fleetfoot was reclining, his head resting on his paws. Which put our eyes just about at the same level.
He growled deep in his throat and blinked his pale blue eyes a few times. Then he lifted his head and let out a full-blown roar that made my very bones tremble. It took all my effort not to slam my hands over my ears.
Still I persisted. "I know it hurts, but you have to let me clean the wound. Then it will feel better."
Fleetfoot didn't understand the words. I knew that. Our communication didn't have a linguistic aspect to it. It was more like sensing each others' moods and intentions.