Pretty Things

Sulfur waited, tiny ears pricked as he hoped for a family member to come and help him. But the wolf that showed up wasn’t his father, sister, or one of his siblings. Instead it was a yearling, a molted boy who thankfully spoke loud enough for Sul to hear him easily. The dark-furred boy gave a bunch of eager nods, his tail wagging back and forth wildly. Yes! This new wolf knew exactly what he wanted help with! He smiled brightly, grabbing as many of the shells as he could and held them awkwardly in his maw as he turned back to the stranger.

Sulfur would reach out with a forpaw, tap tapping the rest of the shells before tapping the sand in the direction of the other yearling. If he was willing to help move them then this would be easy! His red eyes were bright, happy as he beamed up at the other wolf. His childish innocence was clear as he padded a couple steps away and paused to look back at the other boy. He didn’t want to go too fast after all!