where the wild things are

Wilder · 10-25-2023, 04:34 AM

He liked this place. How muddy it was. How everywhere he stepped, his paws made a satisfying squelching noise as the mud pushed between his toes. Unable to hide the pup-like grin that shows all of his teeth, Wilder plays. He plays for the first time in months. Summer down in Auster had been wet but wet down there meant more water, wider rivers, less mud. What he wanted was a cool, muddy swamp to nestle down in and relax.

A passing bird had mentioned how winter in the north had started to warm and the snow was finally melting away. Wilder had never been this far north before. So far, he loved it. Water rushed violently beside him as he trailed up river in search of a snack. He was always hungry it seemed and getting a bite to eat while admiring the beautiful scenery wouldn't hurt. Pleased and distracted by the shady and low-hanging branches and the few bugs that lazily darted about, Wilder didn't notice the pup until he was nearly upon them.

The little black pup that hid beneath a bushel of leaves made a yelp leave his mouth. Sliding to a muddy stop, he stares at them for a moment before blinking. "You scared me. What're you doing in there?" Wilder asks as he leans his muzzle down so his eyes are more on their level. It was clear that Wilder paid no attention to the drizzle of rain that plopped down around them and dampened his fur. Or the buzzing of bugs or the crooning of birds. He felt at peace here.

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