WHEN FLEAS BITE THE DOG 7.7

Despite her pain and thirst, she enjoyed the sun on her face a little longer before she woke up completely. Lying on a blanket, she felt herself being rocked in the endless march. Slowly she opened her eyes. At first she was dazzled, but then she got used to the daylight again. She caressed the wound with her hands. It hurt inside, but on the outside it was almost closed. The magic of singing, she guessed. Noticing that she had sat up, the meles who had been carrying her stopped and put her gently on the ground.

"Kkelea, how are you feeling?" Her father asked.

"I've been better, but nothing that time won't heal," she stood up. For a moment she felt dizzy and almost lost her balance.

"You should lie down," the other male suggested.

"I have slept enough. My paws feel numb. I want to use them again. Do you have any water?"