The Wounds We Heal

Chapter four: Up To More Mischief

"Argh.. come on, pull!" Marshall groaned, through the material in his mouth.

   Skye and Rocky grunted and groaned, while Rubble and Chester struggled and strained.

   Finally, with one final tug, the material came loose and the two pups within it finally tumbled out of it.

   "Oof!" Chase fell flat as a pancake, and after a second, he stepped his forepaws up to sit and turn a smile on his friends.

   "Wooph! Thanks!" He sighed gratefully.

   "Thanks guys. I'm sorry for scaring you, Chase. I just wanted you to have some fun with us," Ned apologized.

   "It's ok.." Chase shrugged lightly. "I wasn't actually that scared." His smile bent up a little more, and he met their gazes softly.

   "Actually it was kinda fun." He finished. And as he strode away for a moment,.. some encouraged smiles spread throughout the group, hoping this meant what they thought it meant.

   Chase took hold of the sleeping bag and began to drag it over to Ned.

   "Here,.. I'm..uh.. sure you want this back." He said, pointing a paw to it briefly.

   "Yes, thank you Chase," Ned responded as he took the sleeping bag. The male husky pup then took it to the tent he and his sister made, then returned to the group.

   "So what'do you wanna now?" Zuma wondered.

   "Hmm.." Rubble mused, his thoughtful gaze falling to the floor and then panned over to his right.

   "Hey! I know!" He said, darting into the circle of the encampment and diving into his tent for a brief moment. And when he returned a very short time later, he brought with him a bright red disc. He approached them with it proudly, and in reaching them; he dropped it before them.

   "We could play fetch!.. with ourselves." He said.

   "Sounds good," Ned said, after everyone shared a laugh.

   "Alright!" The bulldog cheered, then picked up the frisbee and gave it a toss. A few pups among the group took off, while a couple others followed slowly; all ending up in the small clearing near their camp site.

   "I got it! I got it!" Marshall called, racing after the spinning disc flying just above him. He jumped up to catch it, but failed when another pup crossed his path to catch it first.

   "Not this time, dude." Zuma chuckled, after dropping the disc at his own feet.

   "That was a great run!" Rubble commented, when finally reaching them with some of the other pups.

   "And now for the next one.." Zuma decided, picking the frisbee up and giving it a good toss. Those among the group took off after it and a couple noticed the curiosity of a person watching them.

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   "Hm.." Katie mused glancing from the colored tents to the simple blue one. And when she approached, she bent down, supporting her hands to her knees, to study it a little bit closer.

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   Snowflake and Ned followed the pups carefully as the frisbee was spinning in the air.

   Zuma caught the frisbee head on, then spun around and sent it flying to his right, which would be everyone else's left for the pursuing pups.

   "Oh! Oh! We're almost there!" Marshall squeaked, but tripping over his own paws he rolled forward and barely caught the frisbee before tumbling right into Ned, leaving them in a dizzied heap on the ground. Both pups groaned and Marshall spit out the frisbee.