[Blake keeps his distance carefully. Last thing he needs is this kid taking off and running into something worse.]
[It takes some effort to stay steady on his feet. He touches his face where the thing hit him and doesn't feel a bruise, but there's an ache down in his bones.]
[His eyes squeeze shut for a second. Good fucking question.
Something out there has a real sick sense of humor.
[He looks around. He just realized what was missing; there's no giant weasel glaring at him.]
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[It takes some effort to stay steady on his feet. He touches his face where the thing hit him and doesn't feel a bruise, but there's an ache down in his bones.]
[His eyes squeeze shut for a second. Good fucking question.
Something out there has a real sick sense of humor.
[He looks around. He just realized what was missing; there's no giant weasel glaring at him.]
Where're your animals?