Taste of Freedom

His brother tried to shush him, and in response, Spirit only glared harder. It seemed like he was always the source of some joke or entertainment, exploiting his cowardice for their amusement. Well…okay…so it didn’t happen often but the few times it had was more than enough! The playful smile on his brother made it hard to stay mad, however, even as he was saying that he thought it was funny. Spirit huffed again, trying to put it aside with a half smile. Maybe it was funny?

When his brothers face suddenly fell, his ears went up and then back, his breathing slowed and his tail tucked a little more. His brother looked afraid…of something behind him. Desolate pointed a shaky paw behind him, offering a shaky, soft verbal warning. Spirit froze. For a moment he didn’t breathe as his tail tucked to his belly and his ears tucked tight to his skull and eyes widened into an expression of terror. Unfortunately for Desolate, his façade worked too well. Spirit did not turn to look at what was behind him, instead he lunged forward back to the mouth of the den- with all intentions of knocking Desolate down if he didn’t get out of the way. As he did, he would scream “MOMMAA!!!!!” As loud as he could.