Micah was on his way home from exploring his territory when he heard rustling leaves. He stopped and heard a very quite whine.
“I’m gonna get caught. It’s not gonna work. “
Looking towards the noise he noticed a tiny pup hiding in the bushes. She did a terrible job at hiding with her bright white spotted fur. Micah got curious. What would that little troublemaker want?
He continued towards his den as if nothing happened. He laid down in the front of his den and closed his eyes. As soon as he did so he heard rustling again. Opening his eyes just a little he watched the skinny pup crawl towards his stash of Gold Beetles. He started smiling. He could just beat her rump for this. A strange pup in his territory trying to steal his treasure. He watched the golden and white spotted female digging out the Beatles, not even looking in his way. When the little one took off with his treasure, he followed her. Quietly as a wolf should he thought with a head shake. The little rant has a lot to learn. He decided it was enough of this game when the puppy tried to swim through the small river nearby. Paw slipped, the pup fell in, loudly yapping as the cold water started carrying his body down the stream.
Micah jumped out from the shadow of trees and picked up the small rant as if she weight nothing. Tiny~ he thought. The pup almost drowned and the stream wasn’t higher then his ankles.
He turned and walked out to the bank of the river. The pup stopped her panic filled screaming when he gently put her on the grass and licked her face.
“You lost my beetles.” growled Micah grumpily.
The pup looked up puzzled.
“If you whine that means you dont have my beetles in your mouth anymore” He explained.
Micah looked towards the river with a sad sigh. Gold Beetles are rare to come by. Most Beetles are brown or black. Or silver. He has to start searching again.
“I’m sorry. I was hungry. I knew it wouldn’t work. It never does. “ Said the pup with her tail between her legs.
Micah lowered his head to the females level. The little white patchy pup started shaking but stopped once he seen the look in his eyes. Those eyes were gentle and they held laughter.
“Those beetles taste really bad. I collected them because they are pretty. You have much to learn little one. Come.”
“Where?”
“To my pack. My pack hunters are really good. I’m sure there is enough food for one more mouth.”
The pup looked at his big figure retreating where they came from. Her tail slowly started wagging a bit, then got up and ran after his new alpha.
Ebony Jewelwing
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