Dragon's Hoard

The young Abraxas boy calmed slightly, but his heart was still beating heavily from the unexpected encounter. He tried to calm himself, but noise from behind him caught attention. For the second time that day the fur on his back bristled, was this the real dragon coming up to eat him from behind? He whirled around as he watched wood splinters erupt from the hole. This time the boy stifled his scream as a face appeared from inside.

His heart jumped into his throat, however and he couldn’t speak for a moment as words came from the not dragon. The young boy breathed deeply and he tried to swallow his heart. ”Yes, ‘m alive.” He didn’t recognize this wolf, but he had the smell of the pack on him. ”Nu.. Nothin.” He answered, not wanting to embarrass himself because of his mistake.

He backed away when the man pulled himself the rest of the way through the widened hole. ”Just ‘playin.. ‘splorin.” He added, wanting to be a bit more convincing. ”Who’re you?” He asked, mostly to distract this concerned stranger.