The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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The darkness hurts my eyes and instantly I ache to turn right around and head back out into the sunlight where I can actually see where I'm going. In here, I'm scared to move, thinking I'll run right into a wall or step on a cricket or something. I can practically feel the spiders crawling on the floor and I shudder at the thought. I don't know what kind of wolves would hang out in a place like this besides maybe wolves like the one who attacked me and mom. Of course, if her eyes were bad enough to let her live in a dank place like this then maybe mom could have won. I guess she had better eyes than that so she must not live around here. I take a deep inhale, just in case. I don't want to run into her again, not anytime soon anyway. Not until I get over the initial shock and pain of losing my mom. And my sister, for that matter. I wait for a response with ears pricked, my head turning since I don't even know which direction it's going to come from. I'm curious to know who would be speaking and who they might be speaking to. Does a pack live in here or something? Or is it a crazy wolf talking to themselves or better yet, a rock? My ears flick back at the thought as I imagine it in my head. Maybe I should leave. I take a couple steps back, turning for the exit but that's when I hear the cry. The words are haughty and definitely feminine but I have no earthly idea where she is. I turn around, looking but all I see is darkness. I snort softly. "Well it certainly is when I don't know where it's coming from!" I yell right back with a hmph sound in my throat. I keep looking around just in case she's coming though I wouldn't be able to tell even if she was. I jump when something new touches my foot, thinking maybe someone had snuck up on me but it was just a peddle under my foot. I let out a breath in relief and chuckle under my breath. I'm just being paranoid now. It must be the darkness getting to me. There might not even be anyone in here. It could just be my mind playing tricks on me. And then I hear it again except this time it's close, like the behind me kind of close. I jump and spin, my stance all wide in fear and ready for defense, eyes wide like a deer as my legs tremble a little. That's when I see the wolf walking toward me, a young wolf, I might add, even younger than me. Instantly I straigthen up and clear my throat, ears pricking forward as I wag my tail. I scowl. "Well, you yelled first." I point out matter of factly. At her question, my ears flicker. She's not even going to introduce herself first? I guess I'll have to be the one with manners then. "I'm Tristan. Who are you?" Tristan.male.4 years old.son of Enigma & |