You're My Only Best Friend // Wilbur Soot Angst

Chapter 9

I wake up so tired Jesus Christ..

"I'm giving you attention!" Wilbur rubbed the ram's head.

The ram bleat, demanding for attention.

Wilbur would pull his hand away from the ram. "Can I sleep now?"

"..."

All the brunette got was a stare that said 'Why did you stop?'.

"Ugh." Wilbur lied down on his bed, back facing the ram.

The fuzzy creature would jump onto the bed and lay down on top of him.

"BAA!"

"OoH, my god, stop doing that..!" Wilbur jumped up to the sound of the ram's bleats.

The ram just stared at him.

"Why are you- Okay, good morning, good day." Wilbur got up and left the tent.

The chicken's were still in their little coop, which was good to know that they're still there.

He opened the gate and left the tent.

Wilbur was walking for a few minutes until he realized the clacking following behind him. Hr furrowed his eyebrows and turned around to the ram behind him.

"Go away! You're supposed to be near the camp." Wilbur pointed in the direction of the camp.

The ram took a step back and leaned down to the ground a bit.

"Why are you following me? You're going to get lost." Wilbur said.

The ram stared up at him, as if he were afraid. His tail went up, feeling threatened.

"Just- Just go, back, to the camp!" Wilbur moved the ram so he was facing the direction of the camp. "Go on! Go."

The ram bleat, which sounded kind of like a squeal, then it looked up at Wilbur.

"Don't give me that shit. Just go, I don't want you following me." Wilbur walked the other direction, getting further from camp.

The ram stood up and watched Wilbur walking off, as if he were being left behind.

Wilbur sighed. "Stupid.. fucking..."

He muttered stuff to himself as he crouched down and checked the traps that seemed to have been set off.

Of course, more rabbits, but Wilbur stopped when suddenly he heard more rustling.

And..

Growls?

He slowly looked to see the trees.

A gray head poked out from a tree.

Then another one. And another one..!

Until there were at least 5 of them.

They started coming out from their hiding places.

Wilbur's eyes widened as the rabbits in the traps jumped out and ran away. "..Shit."

I never knew that one of these days, I would run into a pack of grey wolves.. This is bad! Wilbur thought.

They snarled and barked at him, seeing as they wanted to back him up into a corner.

"Gotta go!" Wilbur bolted, running through the forest even further from the camp.

The wolves growled and followed him. They ran at a fast speed.