Luna-Amina

Rapid footfalls and harsh breathing fill the buck’s ears. Hard packed patches of dirt are rough under his paws as he sprints away from the cacophony overwhelming him. Too loud! Too loud! Too busy! Too many solunos! Jackie runs, his panic attack nipping at his heels and driving him further from the territory he calls home. Undergrowth slaps his face as he barrels blindly through bushes, tugging at his ears, clacking against his horns. On and on, the buck runs away. His breath came in shorter, ragged gasps, his legs beginning to tire as his lungs started to really burn. Gradually, his mad sprint starts to slow into more of a trot, chest heaving with every gasp for air. Jack’s vision began to blur with the lack of oxygen in his system, the onrush of lightheadedness causing him to stagger. A single paw landed in moist clay mud. With a cut off yelp, Jackalope near faceplants onto the ground, his paw partially emerging with a goopy schlop. With the arrival of the winter snowfall came a