The Wolf, Tiger, and Wolf pup

Chapter 4

"What do we do now, Lucas? We can't just dive into that giant hole in the ground."

"Fear not, Armstrong; I'll use the magic rope we won after slaying that giant troll to get down and find the map."

Lucas took out an emerald-colored rope from his pouch and threw the other end into the dark Casim ahead of him; it was a magic rope that could grow until it hit the bottom.

The fearsome grey wolf Lucas and his noble and loyal tiger Armstrong were noble knights that protected the realm from any dark and evil forces at play; they went on many adventures where they fought, slain, and even teamed up with the famous Alexander the Wise to defeat monsters that threatened to disrupt the balance. On this perilous adventure, the two mammals were going on a quest where they tried to find a deal that could turn back time to stop the ancient evil from going back in time and winning the fearsome battles he and Armstrong fought; they were currently trying to climb down into a dark Casim to find the map that leads to the dial.

Lucas was halfway down until the cave began to shake; it wasn't long before the rocks started to fall.

"Armstrong, pull me up," cried Lucas as he struggled to climb back up.

"I'm trying, but the rope's too slippery," shouted Armstrong, trying desperately to pull the grey wolf out.

The rocks began to get bigger and bigger until they managed to knock the young knight off the rope and send him falling; the grey wolf closed his eyes as he braced for impact on his inevitable doom.

CRASH...

Lucas opened his eyes and saw the chairs he had carefully stacked up from the kitchen fall over to the sitting room floor with Armstrong and the green wool string from upstairs following ahead; the young pup sighed with relief as he was glad the chairs didn't break from the impact. He heard footsteps rushing down the stairs and saw his father, wearing a black shirt with a purple flannel and dark navy jeans, run into the sitting room with a frightful-looking face on him. He also had some black eye shadow on his eyes, most likely put there by accident after hearing the noise.

"Qué diablos pasó aquí? Lucas, you okay?" asked Antony worryingly.

"I'm fine; I was stacking the chairs from the kitchen, but everything is okay," said Lucas quickly.

Antony sighed with relief; he went over to the cupboard beside the couch, took out a men's fragrance, and sprayed it over his body. Lucas was curious why his dad was taking a long time upstairs; he had just noticed that his father's fur was more brushed and well-kempt than usual.

"Dad? Why are you looking more cleaner than usual?" asked Lucas.

"Well, tonight I'm meeting a friend from work, and I just thought I'd look nice for tonight," said Antony as he brushed his head fur in the mirror.

"What's she like? Is she nice?"

"It's he, and he seems like a nice gentleman to hang out with; I'm sure you'd like him if you met him."

Lucas shrugged and went over to pick up the chairs and put them back in the kitchen; Antony looked at the young pup and wondered if he was still okay from the encounter with the social worker.

"Hey, so uh, you okay from earlier? I know that Jerk Wad was giving you trouble about your autism, and I want to make sure you're not bothered by what he said," asked Antony.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I told my friend Alex about it, and he told me what his mom said to him: that having autism is like a superpower to some people and that they can focus on things quite well if they're interested. So that makes that stinky, ugly man wrong, doesn't it?"