The Scout

Chapter - 42

The Scout
Chapter 42
'Marilee'
By; mike hurley

The milk was warm, rich, and comforting.
He lay on his stomach and suckled eagerly from her teats. She had plenty, enough for 12 pups. His eyes followed a deep jagged scar from the teat he sucked on, up to the top of her soft tummy. It was still red and swollen from the wild dog attack 5 days ago............

They taunted and distracted her, while one by one dragging off 8 of her pups. She heard the cries of her offspring as the wild dogs devoured them in bushes just 10 meters away.

She fought with the ferocity of a Royal Marine, Special Forces Commando of WW2. 
Yet, was unable to protect her pups plus fight off the 4 wild dogs.

Near the end, she managed to shove the 9th & sole surviving pup up into a tight crevice between 2 boulders, then spun around and took them on........all 4.

Her anger descended with a roar......like an F5 tornado on the plains of Saskatchewan. 

With no crying pups under her feet, she went for their necks & tore their throats out.
Ignoring the fangs that dug repeatedly & tore into her flesh.

The terrified remaining pup whimpered and watched as his mother furiously ripped them apart. 
12 minutes later, after an intense battle, he stared as the youngest wild dog dragged itself into the bushes, turned and looked at him, snarled, then collapsed dead.

His mother lay still, on her side, panting with blood oozing out across her entire body.
He crawled out of the crevice and scampered & bounced like pups do, romping over the blood drenched ground to her face.
His was the mind of a puppy; he knew nothing of death, starvation, or loneliness.

All he knew was her love.

He was totally dependent upon her, yet he stood tall and turned toward the wild dog corpses and emitted a ferociously tiny growl.
He had no idea how to fight an ant, much less a huge, fang loaded predator, yet he showed his fangs to anyone who cared.

His growl couldn't scare a mouse, yet his mother looked at him, standing over her.
He was now her only son; much would be expected of him. She marveled at how a mere puppy, stood with a stance of authority.
His fathers blood flowed through his veins.

He stood quietly and heard his mother's silent groans of pain. She was beat up real bad, and her chances of surviving the night, was slim.
Yet she too was the daughter of a warrior.
Surrendering to pain was not in her constitution. She fought to live, she willed her body to fight off the bacteria determined to enter her wounds.

Her instincts to feed her son were powerful, yet blood dripped from her mammary glands.
She lay and watched the sun grow sleepy, as crickets tuned their instruments for the evening forest concert. The Creators name was written on her heart.

She did not know him, yet He knew her.

She had seen His ministers walk through the forest. Sometimes visible and sometimes unseen. They were always kind and polite to her. They never said a word, but they had been in the forest, since it's creation.
Perhaps that was why she was not afraid when one of the heavenly creatures dressed in white brighter than the sun, knelt by her side.
His eyes were fiercer than lightning, his countenance a thing of beauty.
She didn't feel a thing as he laid his hand gently on her head. He looked into her mind & left a promise, then smiled, and was gone.

His mysterious ways were guiding her body to heal.....
Her son would play a part on the stage of humanity's battle of good vs evil.

Defying any foe that dared challenge him, the pups tiny barks and even smaller growls filled the forest. His loudest bark caused him to topple over.