I Don't Find Trouble, Trouble Finds Me!

It started off with Ricin the more nervous of the two pups.  After everyone else was dead Ricin had been the wariest.  Chade had wanted his brother to feel safe under his care but perhaps this wasn’t getting to be a bit much.  Chade had grudgingly gone with Ricin to keep him safe.  The dark blue pup rolled his eyes upward at Ry’s smugness of things being fine.  It didn’t matter if trouble showed up or not in this debate, the fact was things were dangerous and problems could come up.  Whether or not it did happen to a degree was about luck.

“Uhhuh,” an answer that well stated how comfortable he still felt.  It wasn’t like Chade wanted to kill Ricin’s fun or that he didn’t want to have fun himself but Chade was responsible for their lives and how could he ignore that?  “Just, don’t get in trouble.  I’ll be back in a bit,” though ‘in a bit’ depended on what prey he found, no doubt there was plenty of it here but the difficulty was growing as the prey was all healthy again.  The weakened ones had been quickly dying off if not from injuries than from other hungry predators.

Chade was watching a doe with her fawn, saliva coming down from his mouth as he decided the odds and then Ricin hollered out and the deer tensed up then fled.  Chade spun about and ran towards the sound of his brother’s voice, fearing what he could imagine was the worst.  Unfortunately, his fears were pretty accurate.  Chade ran in front of his brother, snarling at a giant bear.  Ah hell, they were dead, “Run, run!”  Chade couldn’t go for escape if Ricin stayed near.

Chade was glad they were at least large for their size but did it really make much difference when the enemy was this large.  The giant paw came towards him and Chade wanted to flee but standing his ground Chade bit the paw as it got near.  Fear washed in his mind with adrenaline, the claw had touched his fur, touched it but not flesh.  That was a hell of a huge paw so it was nothing but luck that he hadn’t been killed.

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