Lightning hit the house

‘Sif it wasn’t good enough she’d gone and forgotten where she was meant to be going, or even why she was going there, she reckoned right about by now, her chances of ever making it to that place or person was nigh on buckley’s. Fiery eyes squeezed shut with a groan. If only her head would quit its incessant pounding then maybe, just for once in her life, she would be able to do something right.

As if in response to her racket alone, a small rock flew down from on high, bouncing clean off the back of her head, followed by a chorus of angry chittering. “Oi! she shot back with a growl, narrowed eyes looking from left to right to gauge just who it was that had the goddamn audacity to start flinging shit at her when she was so clearly in distress.

It almost sounded like giggling as the small red squirrel took aim again, the young wolf none the wiser, having not yet looked up to spot her assailant (though she should know better by now, he’d been following her for what must have been weeks, even if she didn’t quite remember it).

As the next barrage of twigs and seeds rained down on her, she spotted him with her narrowed gaze, and raced to the base of the tree in which he was perched, rising up on her hind legs, front braced just short of any limb that would afford her a leg up. Still, all the better to yell in his proximity. “I swear by all the old gods and the new, I WILL EAT YOU!” They both knew her threats were empty, somewhere deep down. She couldn’t climb nearly so quickly as he did, and recently, whether she cared to admit it or not, she had grown used to the cheeky little thing clinging to her fur and curling up against her back at night, even if she did wake up incredibly confused.

Her sigh came out as a growl, chittering giggles filling the clearing around her, dissipating the worry that had taken hold of her and replacing it with pure annoyance. She probably looked like a mad woman, if anyone was near enough to be paying attention.