A Dream of Spring

He lifted his head at the sudden voice, hitting it solidly against the roof of the newly dug den. He gave a small pained whine then turned slowly to peer out at the small red pup at the mouth of his den. Spider didn’t necessarily like pups, they annoyed him and always seemed to smell of dung but he had never let such a callous side of himself show publicly.

“n-n-no.” He said quietly, shaking off the dirt that had collected on his neck. “I’m d-d-d-digging a d-d-den.” He said then looked from side to side in case the boy had a mother or father that was ready to tear out his throat. It seemed he was alone although Spider was still warry about turning his back to the smaller wolf.

Spider speaking  Toad's voice You