In the spaces between the truth
04-29-2019, 05:39 PM
Simple exercises weren’t enough, and well he made steps day by day to keep his body limber and in shape, he knew he craved a challenge. The run had done him gone, invigorated him and made him feel alive. His paws where quick to move beneath him, signaling a sweeping grin, and soft laughter bubbled free from his lips. The act of laughing was nothing to be ashamed of, it wasn’t uncivilized like the emotions that passed the faces of barbarians, it was true and free. He knew when his sister caught the scent, and her body became alert, her lips answering his call with agreement. He let his own body fall into stance, cautious and curious, his paws falling still for the moment. He heard the yippy barking of the coyote and knew they had found something to terrorize. He didn’t like these creatures, scavengers at best, den robbers at worst. He followed the sounds of their cry with cautious steps, keeping low and travelling unseen as he moved closer. He would see their target after a moment, a fox that had gotten its paw wedged and stuck in something, he couldn’t tell what without a closer inspection. The coyotes circles the hapless creature, teasing and nipping, waiting for it to tire. Patience, call his paw flicked to her in their silence, indicating towards the left with his movement. He himself moving further right. He dug in and waited for her call, letting her lead the attack on the scavengers |
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