ARLO’S POV
There is a gentle cold breeze nipping at my nose, but it’s not my nose, it’s Flint, I urge him to wake up but he fights me pushing me further back into my own mind. His ear twitches as a rock rolls down the cliff when all of a sudden, hands push at our shoulder blade. I don’t know what happens next, but Flint has an arm in his mouth, jerking violently side to side, with blood dripping out the sides.
“YOU F*CKING MUTT!” Ezra screams. Flint’s ear perk up at the voice we recognize and he slowly releases the arm in his snout. He backs away back into the depths of the little overhang he found to sleep, his ears back and his tail in between his legs. Ezra is piecing his arm back together, a flap hanging down.
Let me f*cking help him Flint! I get nothing but whimpers back. P
