Kuruk was able to go out on his own today. K. felt comfortable enough to let him out, to wander about, and for that he was glad. He was tired of being inside, tired of feeling weak, and he was happy to be roaming the streets looking for familiar faces.
His coat was clean, rather fluffy on the brisk day as K. seemed to dote on him while inside, he was glad to be away from the stupid brush.
Damn thing hurt.
So today he was looking for something to catch his eyes, something new, different, exciting.
