HouseMouse
Squeak squeak
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HouseMouse
Squeak squeak
Aloe hid behind a wide hemlock tree just beside the clearing where his family resided. His heart hammered against his ribs, he gulped in air, trying to steady his loud breathing. He was afraid to turn around, to see the horror those people had caused.
It had been an easy day, the pack had caught a group of boars near the river and there was enough to feed the whole family. He had been sharing the boar with Fern's new pups while Juniper stood guard as always to watch over the rest. The pack leader always ate last. The sun gleamed through the slits of leaves, making the grass warm and soft. It had been a good day.
That was, until there were loud footsteps. Man stepping through the roots with their heavy leather paws. The snapping of twigs were the first sound to alarm the rest. Normally, the wolves would scare them off. But then came the louder sounds from the weird sticks the humans carried. Something had hit Fern, and she fell with a whimper.
It went to complete chaos after that. He felt the brush of fur against him as wolves tried to run, some tried to attack the people but it was so use.
He himself ran out of fear, crouching behind the large tree in hopes he wouldn't be seen.
Everything was so loud
It felt like forever until everything was silent. Silent except for the wind breezing along the leaves, the buzzing of unseen wings. Here Aloe was now, peeking around the rotting wood to see what had transpired.
What he saw was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. This wasn't like a simple catch when hunting prey. Before him was his family, covered in holes with blood seeping out. Most were even missing their fur.
He fell forward before Juniper and let out a wail that barely sounded human. Dirt covered hands reached to cradle the body against his chest. New blood soaked the already tarnished sweater Aloe wore. Except this time it wasn't from food.
Tears spilled from his eyes as he buried his face into Junipers fur, or at least what was left of it. The sun had set, the grass no longer felt soft like it used too. Instead it was cold. Cold like the body Aloe held in his arms.
The wolf boy tensed as he heard the crack of twigs. Perhaps the people were back. To skin whatever pelt they didn't get. Maybe they would kill him too. Aloe looked up at the human that arrived at the scene, eyes full of both rage and hopelessness
It had been an easy day, the pack had caught a group of boars near the river and there was enough to feed the whole family. He had been sharing the boar with Fern's new pups while Juniper stood guard as always to watch over the rest. The pack leader always ate last. The sun gleamed through the slits of leaves, making the grass warm and soft. It had been a good day.
That was, until there were loud footsteps. Man stepping through the roots with their heavy leather paws. The snapping of twigs were the first sound to alarm the rest. Normally, the wolves would scare them off. But then came the louder sounds from the weird sticks the humans carried. Something had hit Fern, and she fell with a whimper.
It went to complete chaos after that. He felt the brush of fur against him as wolves tried to run, some tried to attack the people but it was so use.
He himself ran out of fear, crouching behind the large tree in hopes he wouldn't be seen.
Everything was so loud
It felt like forever until everything was silent. Silent except for the wind breezing along the leaves, the buzzing of unseen wings. Here Aloe was now, peeking around the rotting wood to see what had transpired.
What he saw was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. This wasn't like a simple catch when hunting prey. Before him was his family, covered in holes with blood seeping out. Most were even missing their fur.
He fell forward before Juniper and let out a wail that barely sounded human. Dirt covered hands reached to cradle the body against his chest. New blood soaked the already tarnished sweater Aloe wore. Except this time it wasn't from food.
Tears spilled from his eyes as he buried his face into Junipers fur, or at least what was left of it. The sun had set, the grass no longer felt soft like it used too. Instead it was cold. Cold like the body Aloe held in his arms.
The wolf boy tensed as he heard the crack of twigs. Perhaps the people were back. To skin whatever pelt they didn't get. Maybe they would kill him too. Aloe looked up at the human that arrived at the scene, eyes full of both rage and hopelessness
