Ash lifted his head.
He was sleeping, curled up in a snug snow bank not far from where the river opened into the lake. Though the morning light had already reached him over the edges of the basin, that wasn’t what had woken him up. He knew soon it would be time to get up, take a run, go hunting, continue prove his worth. But no - it definitely wasn’t his internal body clock that had awoken him.
It had been a rumble.
Ash sat up, frowning, and as he looked around ever hair on his back, tail and neck stood straight up in the air. Every single bird was silent - not one call, weird for the morning. It made him even more tense. Ash turned his head one way then the other, scanning the lake. Searching for clues. He sniffed the air.
And then he spotted ripple, that spread right across the lake. Ash went on high alert, leaping up to all fours, brown eyes narrowed. Nothing, but nothing he knew about could make a ripple that big in the lake water. Ash was a practical boy. He didn’t believe in monsters. He padded down to the mouth of the river where it entered the lake, looking for more clues, and then went still as he watched another ripple from way across the lake spread.
He felt the usual rush of energy, the desire to run, surging through his paws. But he didn’t yet understand what was happening, where it was safe to run to, and when his paws picked up on another rumble, a shudder in the very ground under him, it reinforced that there was danger, danger, DANGER.
The ground started to shake noticeably, and to Ash’s dismay he saw the trees around the lake were shaking too, saw tiny rocks break free of the rock and tumble down the basin edges. Ash had never seen or felt anything like this, but he knew it wasn’t good. With a series of sharp barks he built into a howl, an unusually loud one at that.
Jul 13, 2018 12:34 AM
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