A Wolf In A Stoat's Body

Rudyard had hunted this night as he did often though, he’d started an hour or so earlier, not gone out so far, and hurried back with his kill.  There had been no playing around, it was about doing his job and getting it done.  It was all about being home earlier to be there for Fern if he was needed.  The weather was pleasant outside but still, things weren’t normal.  The statues remained as did the familiars.  This weather wasn’t as strange as the time of long night but it was still different and the closer his pups got the more it concerned him.  Sure, it was enjoyable and most of the time he did but, along with his thoughts at points and he recalled these concerns.

Rudyard had been in a deep sleep, the sort dreams are unable to touch and the body truly gets the rest it needs. Some part of his mind started working again but, at first, it was ignored.  The itch of something going on grew and then he felt something moving against him. Rudyard opened an eye, at first irritated by something waking him, and then his mind came fully awake worried if Fern needed him.  

Puff? What was it doing at this time?  He could have Reddy eat it.  Of course, he’d never truly do that to the little puffball but it had woken him up from a pretty nice bit of sleep to worry about his mate! “Puff,” the motley grey wolf rumbled the name softly, “get to sleep.  Even Fern is sleeping at this time.”  A quick glance and listen to make sure Fern was breathing easy though.  She was fine, good.

"Rudyard & Fern"