~ You Know My Name. Not My Story~
~ a first person story told from the point of the pup~
~ a first person story told from the point of the pup~
Mama called us in one night after we had been playing near the creek, we had been chasing the large frogs that lived there, Papa said they were bull frogs, they didn't look like bulls to me. My brothers were sitting by eachother as I walked in, Rusk pinned me to the cold rocks of our den and nipped at my ear. We rolled around for a while pulling at the fur surrounding our necks. Rusk had me in a tight corner of the den, he always backed each of us to there so I knew how to move. I put my back paws on the den wall and stood on my front too as he continued nipping my ear. I gave him a small smile and curled my tail wrapping it around a stone. I took my paws off the wall when the rock was safely curled in my tail. Before I could whip it at Rusk mama called us over forcing me to drop the rock and follow Rusk to where our siblings sat. I flicked my tail glancing around. Papa was sitting at the den entrance, something was about to happen. Mama looked at me and locked her gaze to mine, I was the smallest and weakest. she spoke quietly"pups, you may no longer play by the stream from this moment foward" My brothers voices filled the den with their complaints, I didn't add to the complaining for once because daddy was already giving my siblings nips on the ears to silence them. My oldest brother, the lone survivor from mothers previous litter remained composed and in well posture. I barked quietly "mama...why must we stay away from the den "
~ Still A wip. Comments on how it is so far?
