Hunted by Moonlight

Should I make more books after this?

  • Yes.

    Votes: 9 81.8%
  • No.

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Probably.

    Votes: 2 18.2%

  • Total voters
    11
  • Poll closed .
Ch.14
The cabin was comfortable looking inside, but I soon found out that we weren’t staying in it.
Dad led us to a carpet, which he nudged up into the air, revealing a trap door with a flat handle.
“Hold this up, will you?” he asked.
“Yup,” I said, walking over to him.
The carpet wasn’t as heavy as it looked.
Dad bent down and nudged the flat handle until it came up, then, in a swift movement, snapped his jaws around it, pulling it back to reveal a small entrance to a tunnel, too small for a human to get through.
He sniffed it, and then jumped down into the darkness, landing on the ground with a soft thud.
“C’mon down,” he said, and I motioned to Amy to go, the trapdoor starting to get heavier.
She hesitated, but slowly eased herself over to the entrance, jumping inside.
“C’mon Lena,” I slowly moved toward the tunnel, careful not to drop the door or push it over.
In a quick movement, I hopped into the entrance, hearing an unbelievably loud slam ring in my ears.
“Oww!!” I yelped, wincing because of the pain throbbing through my head.
“Come on, Girls. Lets go.” dad said.
He led us down the passage to a den that was obviously dug by ha- paw.
It must have taken a long time to make, because it was huge!
I looked around and laughed.
There were doggy beds strewn all over the ground.
Not the small kind of bed, but the big kind.
There was a stack of blankets, piled up near yet another tunnel.
“Where does that go?” I asked.
“Outside.”
“Why didn’t we just come in that way in the first place?”
“I dunno.”
We laughed.
“So which ones do we sleep on?
“Pick one.”
“Ok.”
I walked around, scrutinizing the doggie beds, looking for the comfiest one.
I finally came across one I liked.
It was a simple, homemade bed.
A huge round pillow on top of a humungous blanket which had been wrapped around the pillow.
I figured that if it got drafty I could pull the blanket over the edge, and sleep under it.
Amy didn’t seem to think it looked very satisfying when she came over to see my selection.
To tell the truth, her choice wasn’t exactly the best. She ended up picking a purple regular dog bed with a wool inside, but if she liked it, it was ok with me.
Dad inspected our beds and seemed satisfied.
The others eventually spilled into the den, and selected their beds.
My parents picked the ones relatively closer to me, and Amy’s picked the ones closer to her.
Garry picked the one in the middle of us all.
Once we were all settled into our beds, some of us started to sleep, but it took a long time for Amy and I to go.
I was still pumped from the excitement of today, being hunted, the revelation, the change, the standoff…. I thought about it, while I determined the most comfortable sleeping position.
As soon as my eyelids began to get heavier, I dozed off.
Training
As soon as I woke up, my parents were excitedly pushing me out of the den, even though I wanted to lay back in my bed.
They led me down a game trail to a meadow where they told me that the wolf from yesterday told them we would train.
When they left, I was relieved.
They had been sitting behind me, and I could feel their stares, but they said noting to me. They had created an awkward silence, and I hoped that my… mentor.. would arrive soon.
Five minutes after my parents left, he arrived.
“Ready, Lena?”
“Yes, umm….”, I hesitated.
“It’s Cole.”
“Ok, Cole. I’m ready.”
As soon as the words were out, he was lunging at me, and I yelped.
He smashed his paws against my flank and stood over me, looking disappointed.
“You obviously haven’t ever done an agility exercise I this form. I guess that’s where we’ll start.”
I winced at his disapproval and tensed, expecting him to lunge again. He didn’t.
I got up, shaking the dirt off of my fur, and stood, ready for the agility exercise.
He paced around, saying, “You will run beside me on this path, and not touch the fallen logs, twigs, or loose stones. If you touch any of those things, we’ll start again.”
“But I can’t ru-”
“Don’t say you can’t. You can run. You just don’t think you can.”
“Ok…”
“Get ready, get set, GO!” He yelled, and just like that, we were off.
 
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