Chuckie Wants To Play With You

The pup could smell the scent of the evergreen trees and pine trees that surrounded her home. The scars that ran down her eyes made it impossible to see anything. She had made a horrid mistake of running away from the danger that blinded her, instead of calling for her parents in hopes that they would come quickly and she could hide; perhaps she would have her eyesight still. Relying on touch, taste, smell, and hearing now, she walked out of the stone structure and continued to make her way over to the river where the waterfall ran down and beat against the river below it. The splashing of fish and the running of water was enough to make her sit down and lap at liquid, quenching her thirst.

Her nostrils parted a bit to catch the scent of another wolf, one whom she did not know. Her once beautiful light blue eyes that were scarred, could not catch the appearance of the male, but, Annette knew that he was there, and she should not go ahead and be with the stranger any longer than she had to.

Her form bent down, about ready to spring and run if the male tried to hurt her. She would call for her parents once more, but, they were out hunting and probably would not be able to hear her. Her voice was still squeaky and quiet, it was a miracle that her father had come to help her the first time.

"Please, don't hurt me, Sir..." Annette spoke, her voice showing fear and worry as she tried to retrace her steps in her mind to run back to the den if she had to.