For just those few moments, the raccoon had hoped that his plea might be heard.
Surely a creature so big as the horse would know where to find water. But it seems that his own words have not broken the language barrier of his species, despite the raccoon having clearly understood him just now. His question goes unanswered as the blanketed beast studies him curiously and the raccoon despairs.
When the larger animal speaks again, it is only to rebuff him, declaring that he cannot help. The raccoon’s ears twitch again upon recognizing the words, though they have already begun to sound a bit foreign and fuzzy again. As the horse moves away, stepping around him at a respectful distance, the smaller animal seems to droop a little.
At the same time, the pain in his head returns at an almost alarming rate. His vision blurs a bit with static at the edges and he feels his limbs beginning to stiffen once more. A strangled sort of cry leaves his mouth, which has also gone abruptly dry again, and he tries to turn to follow the strange giant.
Unfortunately, he only manages to take a few steps after the horse before his sight is fully clouded once more. Breathing seems more difficult, he can feel the froth building rapidly on his lips, and he resumes his strange spiral-patterned walk from before.
The horse does not stop to look back, either unaware of his plight or simply unwilling to watch it.
a raccoon
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