Spring Fever

"Ga-yel! Where are ya goin' brudder?" the young pup called after his sibling, his wiry legs ambling after the creature with fascination. He loved the freedom Valhalla encompassed. He loved being able to run where he wanted, and he loved the lady bug that he stopped before. "Dude, Seriously, you hafta come see this," eyes would widen and the little wolf would hunker down to push his nose towards the earth, tri-colored eyes devouring the site of the speckled thingy.

As his nose neared the odd little thing it's wings would expand and in what seemed a mere instant, the pups eyes would widen and with a confused, yet surprised, expression he would rear up until he fell backwards onto his back. "Woah," Laying on the ground for a long moment he called his brother again, "Gael...Gael...I think I just had an epitahpony," (epiphany) Swallowing and remaining still he would remain locked in the confusion, locked in the slight urgency to avoid the predator. What if the red-speckle butt monster was still coming for him? It had clearly just initiated an attack.