Again, Sparrow was on the hunt for little bugs, and even little critters like mice. After all, she was getting older! The year had been going by so fast...she couldn't even keep track of the seasons that went by. One minute, it was winter. Now it was summer already! But...this more hunting time for her! More of the little animals and bugs came out during this warm time of the year! Breathing quietly, the young dame stood crouched into the tall grass of the serpent plains, her dark emerald eyes glued to a small field mouse, nibbling on some scraps. With her ears flattened to her head and her stance widened equally, she prepared to grab it, when the sudden howl of her father tore through the air.
The mice's attention drew to the air, and almost to her. But before it could catch a glance of her, she propelled forward and snapped her jaws around it's plump little stomach, easily bringing it's struggles to a stop. Mmm...her father had nearly ruined her success. All because of a dumb meeting! The girl snorted stubbornly and grabbed the mouse by the tail, sprinting toward the family den, where Bass usually held meetings with her mother. There, many wolves were gathered, and then she discovered that she was late. Eh...didn't matter much to her. Besides, how important could this meeting really be?
Sparrow slowly made her way over to her siblings and her father, who stood, a concerned look on his face. Lark and many of the others looked pretty concerned as well! What did she miss? The young dame dropped her lunch and sat near her father, nuzzling his shoulder lovingly. "Buon padre pomeriggio." She articulated to him, her Italian a bit foreign on her tongue, but she tried her best. Then, she glanced over at her mother, frowning. She looked distressed...and plus, she wasn't sitting by her husband! "Did I miss something?" She asked quietly, her eyes filtering with the utter concern that she felt for both her mother and father, What had happened?! |
|
