Every animal present there had known both grief and trial - experiencing loss and hunger, pain and fear.
Some were now separated from their families, a few had old and fresh wounds, many were desperately afraid of the night. The life of the wild was not as easy as the mortals might have thought, and so often the seasons were unkind to the creatures also.
Such sorrows bourgeoned when the hunters and farmers would take their liberties upon these gentle beasts.
And so, persecuted by both the elements and the carelessness of men, these down-hearted souls were drawn to the one who loved them as he did.
A donkey wandered into the huddle and took his place beside a balding ram. Some black hens shuffled over to make room.
Francesco made a point of greeting each one individually and took time in doing so. It had become a solemn practice that often involved some healing as well.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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