puppy's first healing

Acacius didn't know much about the ridiculousness of which the world had been plagued with during his birth. The adults were moody and weird, the world was always dark, and every time he went to explore a plant some adult from his pack would quickly swat him away from it, citing danger. Whatever had been dangerous about mushrooms must have been misunderstood somehow, because no sooner did the bright giant star rise once more in the sky was Acacius back to enjoying playfulness and troublemaking without the supervision of frantic, paranoid, shroomy adults.

There were new puppies born within the pack and that was a perfect cover for shenanigans. Acacius slipped beneath the fenced in Range and out into the orchard, chocolate tail wagging as hard as it was able as he attempted puppy's first escape. He had very few plans for what to do once he made it out, but surely there'd be mice or something to track down and nibble on amongst the apples, right?

Acacius did not have to wonder long, for no sooner did he reach the apple trees did he see his nibbleable prey. It was a coyote, seemingly asleep beneath the shade of a nearby tree. The tiny hunter crouched, stalked forward and .. the coyote remained where he was, unconscious. As he crossed the distance he could see the reason for the coyote's trouble - large mushrooms grew from the creatures face and chest, and each breath it took was audibly painful and coarse. This would not do, killing a coyote who was already on it's way out would earn him no respect in Fireside.

Stumped, the pup grabbed a nearby rotting apple and pierced it's skin with his tooth. Then he shuffled over to the 'patient', holding the apple infront of it's panting maw. "You uh, hungry, buddy?" He asked, with a tilt of his oversized head.

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