A Wolf In A Stoat's Body

Puff may not have been his companion but he knew the little stoat well enough to have expectationts on its response.  He assumed regardless of which words it chose the little guy would let him go back to sleep.  What he hadn’t expected were the wrong color eyes or the change in voice.  Well, now he was fully awake.  His first thought with the eyes had been something to do with the magic autumn.  

Then she spoke and considering everything else going on Rudy found it pretty easy to believe true.  Heck, he had just spoken with his mom even if he hadn’t been able to see her.  It was enough in Rudyard's heart he’d known it was mom.  Now he stared at the little stoat, confused about why it was in another body but not doubting the words.

Rudy’s first instinct was to get up for a proper discussion but considering the size of the stoat, it was probably more appropriate to stay laying down.  He considered changing position but no, there was no need to wake Fern, yet.

“Oh,” The word came out first as his mind went through those basic thoughts. “Well, hi mom.” The whispered words pleasantly but then his eyes narrowed, “Wait a moment,” the wolf whispered back in an irritated hiss, “and you didn’t wake her up?  Let her know you’re here.  Imagine how happy she’d be! She could tell you about, well, she could tell you some great things. Uh, you know my name?”

He had just woken up and things were strange so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising his mind took a bit to catch up on every thought that should come up here.  “Pleased to meet you but tell her.” Sure, they had a rocky past, Rudy knew that.  Rudyard also remembered the pain of losing his mom and how he’d given anything to have kept her alive.  How they broke up didn’t matter, not deep down.

"Rudyard Carpathius"