Chapter 50 I've Been Known To Bite

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Dear rabbit my legs are getting weak chasing you

"Get up."

One of the older pack members growled in my ear. I flicked them back, pinning them against my skull as I raised my head. He glared down at me as he swished his tail, smacking me in the muzzle and walking away. I followed him with my eyes, teeth bared.

Despite my rude awakening, I stood, stretching out my muscles and fluffing up my coat. The floor of the den was coated in dead pine needles that clung to my fur, and I shook them out as I swept a paw over my resting place, covering any of the dirt floor that was showing through. Yawning, I glanced around the empty den, turning my head to face the only opening and padding toward it. I poked my head out of the hole, squinting at the bright sun that reflected off of the snow that covered the small clearing I was in.

I lowered my nose to the ground where multiple tracks were left behind. Inhaling, my ears swiveled at the breathing I could hear from the woods. Someone or something was waiting for me to catch up. The tracks in the snow were about an hour old, accept for the older male who had awoken me. Stiffly, I realized that if he had not gotten me up, I would have been left behind to catch up.

That didn't change the fact I was still pissed that I had been disturbed.

I charged out into the snow, dashing toward the woods where another member of the pack waited. I sideswiped trees and bushes as I ran, leaving my scent as well as searching for others.

From the smell and the direction of the tracks, my father -the pack leader- was headed south along with the majority of the elders. He must have spoken with another pack leader around this area because there weren't any signs of alarm, so we must have permission to move through this area freely without the influence of another group.

The snowfields wouldn't seem so big if you knew

As these thoughts whirled around in my head, my ears picked up the quiet kish kish kish noise behind me, and I slowed my pace, dropping behind a few lengths as the sound got louder. The scent wasn't very strong on the account of the snow, but I picked up the usual smell of our pack. Whoever was following me was a ways back, so I slowed to a walk, then sat down against a tree. I slowly began grooming my claws, dragging them against the bark of another small tree that bent away from my pressure. The pads of my feet were scuffed up and hard from running, the thick skin keeping me warm. My claws were also dull from where I had been digging.

Finding food in the winter was hard especially since the hibernating animals were in holes beneath the snow or hidden in a tree somewhere deeper in.

Suddenly a small figure came crashing through the bush, his winter coat fluffed up from where he had been running. The pup smacked into me, somersaulting onto his back as he slid across the ground and scrambled to his feet, the hair on his back rising as he turned to face me, teeth bared in a warning.

His mind quickly processed the situation, and his glare softened into awe, large green eyes sparkling with happiness as he leapt to his feet, tail wagging excitedly. His whole backend wiggled as he pounced toward me, kicking up snow. "Jordan! Jordan! Jordan! Jordan!" He barked, letting out a whine as he jumped onto my back and then climbed up to my head. I opened my mouth, grinning at his eagerness. "Ryan!" I replied loudly as he grabbed one of my ears between his teeth and growled playfully. I dipped my nose onto the ground, throwing him off and butting him in the side with my head. He leapt to his feet and sat down in front of me, butt still wiggling. "Where's your mom?" I asked, sniffing him lightly. His shoulders rose and fell quickly.

"I don't know. Why are you alone Jordy? Did you lose the pack again?" He asked, standing back up and turning in a circle, his tail whipping around wildly. I rolled my eyes, brushing off the irritation in the back of my mind. "I should be asking you the same question. It's not safe for you to be out here alon-" "But you're here and I'm here and so I'm not alone!" he replied quickly. I sent him a short glare for being interrupted, and he ducked his head sheepishly.

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