The sound of his name sent him into immediate movement. Recalling the day Papi had taught the lot of them how to catch squirrels, he’d been trailing one for quite some time now. He’d yet to attempt a strike, caught in between the determination to catch him and show him off as a prized pony to Papi, and the question as to why the squirrel had such a bushy tail but wolves did not. Why did he not have one, and could he get one, and how could he get one if he wanted one, and what the purpose of it was. The curiosity had distracted him, and often he’d stare out at the lake, lost in thought, before noticing the tiny creature scamper off and the boy felt the need to follow after it.
Papi’s voice was close by, as Abaeze had only lingered just a few feet or so away from the den he still slumbered in. Turning towards home, his paws moved swiftly and carried him closer. In moments like this, he didn’t realize how much bigger he;d grown, how his paws covered more ground than they had before: leading him to get to the den in a moment’s notice rather than the days he fully remembered it would have taken him half a day to do the same activity.
His father’s lean frame stood out like a dark spot against the bright, pale colors that surrounded them. Ears erect, tail wagging, he called out to him.
Mar 15, 2018 06:27 PM — Post #1
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