Buggin'

Morticia

Her mother had said she loved the tar pits, and that alone increased the curiosity Morticia had about the place. Their den had been in the Dancefloor of the Gods, a grassy area, but that beautiful landscape began to shift and change the moment she neared the tar pits. There was a strong smell in the air that made her nose wrinkle. It was kind of bad, but interesting at the same time. And this was the place that her mother had said the wolves from Habari were supposed to be staying. She didn’t know why they were here, or what had happened between them and her mother, but Morticia was eager to interact with them.

At least until the sight of a large locust caught her attention. It was a rich, vibrant green, out of place in this landscape. Morticia’s bi-colored eyes went wide, a grin sweeping across her face. She loved bug hunting! Her bottom wiggled in the air and the girl began to creep forward. She could hear the squealshing movement of the pits nearby. She didn’t realize how dangerous they were yet. She hadn’t seen any of the Habari wolves yet either, and with the locust in her sights she was ready to pounce!

Only problem was, the moment she got close enough to do that, the locust moved. It cleared distance easily, moving between two of the pits as it landed on the ground only to hop off again. Morticia giggled, chasing after it with glee. But the moment the locust landed in one of the pits and stopped moving, Morticia skidded to a halt. She could see how the bug was starting to get slurped up by the tar, her eyes going wide as it struggled. “Bye buggie!” She called to it. Whatever the pits were made of seemed like it would swallow anything up, so Morticia made the note not to step in them.

Morticia glanced around and, seeing a wolf nearby, she darted toward them, barking eagerly. “Hello! Morticia saw you at the meeting. Who are you?”

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