19
Canis Lupus
The sight of Fennec doubled over, her body convulsing with the force of her retching, was not something I had anticipated. I had expected defiance, anger, perhaps even fear, but not this raw, physical reaction. It was visceral, uncontrolled, and utterly human. I stood there, my arms folded, watching the tremors that wracked her frame. The way her hair fell like a curtain to shield her face from view of the camera lens. I couldn"t see her expression, but I could imagine it—contorted in revulsion, eyes squeezed shut against the humiliation of it.
I was not a man easily moved by the suffering of others; my life, my very nature, precluded such weaknesses. Yet, as I observed Fennec"s struggle on the screen, a flicker of something stirred within me. It was not pity—no, that was
