Tales of the Travellers

2

I was awoken abruptly, not by Squeak or by my own mind, but someone shaking me awake.

I opened my drowsy eyes to see my Master shaking me awake and speaking to me. He seemed giddily happy as he picked something up and sat at the end of the bed.

Sometimes he was in a good mood, and it was these times I knew I could be curious.

I stood on all fours and leaned forwards to see what was in his box. He eventually showed it to me, revealing an odd type of collar. It was blue and made of a rough material. I didn't know what it was for, but he slipped it on my head and pressed down until it slipped over and was around my neck. He tightened it to suit my neck and lifted my chin when he was done before patting me on the head and going through his box again.

I attempted to look at the collar, but all I saw was a golden plated symbol thing. It had letters on it, but I couldn't read them.

I furrowed my eyes at this and looked to my Master for an explanation, but he didn't offer me one as he started slipping something else over my body. Looking down I recognised a number; 6.

Why was I wearing 6?

I hardly had the logic to object as he grabbed my hands and started sharpening the nails. When I objected and tried to pull my hand back, he replied by gripped it tighter, turning around, and trapping my hand so he could sharpen them. It felt weird, an odd vibration.

My hand was soon freed, only for the same thing to happen to the other one.

He polished my wolf ears, my other claws and gave me my first shirt. My ears were twitching with excitement as I quickly put the shirt on, it was a green shirt with a yellow circle in the middle of it. I felt very happy for a moment I felt my tail wagging without my aid.

But that was short lived as quite suddenly a black bag was placed over my head and string tightly tied at the opening of the bag, also known as where my neck was. The sudden restriction made my yelp as I attempted to claw the bag off, only to be whacked on the side of the head. My mind went into an immediate headache, but I lost my will to stand and I fell over.

I wasn't complete conscious, so I couldn't stop the man from picking me up and taking me wherever it was we were going. But I felt myself be taken up the stairs, Squeak's desperate squeaking yelping for my sake.

I opened my eyes to the darkness of being trapped in the bag. I let off a groan of discomforted pain as I heard the basement door close. We were out of the basement. Through the bag I managed to take a sniff of what was around me, it smelt very... almost musty.

Certainly wasn't the stale air I was use to in the basement, this air wasn't fresh but it wasn't as bad.

It smelled as I'd imagine furniture to be.

It confused me and I attempted to move, only to be re-gripped and denied much more movement. Soon I was placed on the ground and my Master nudged me forwards, the ground felt like wood against my bare feet, and I felt weird walking on this new surface.

He blindly guided me throughout the house until I heard him open another door, I was given the new feeling of cool air. It startled me and I attempted to run backwards away from it.

The man grabbed my arm when I attempted to flee and said something, not knowing what he said but assuming it was fine, I followed his urging to pull me forwards. I went down some cold concrete stairs and was soon trudging on pebbles and something that felt like dirt.

I gasped from the sudden feel of it on my clothes and shivered.

The dirt soon turned into wet grass which sent a moment of anticipation through my body. But before I could enjoy the feeling of grass I was picked up and placed inside something. I touched it to feel what it was in my blindness and soon noticed that I was placed inside a cage.