One Crazy Adventure: [Buck X Weasel Reader]

Prologue

 "You can't catch me!" I sang happily running away from my annoying brother.

"(Y/n).... stop.... we cant....be here!" My brother said between gasps trying to catch up with me. "Mom doesn't like us to play in the forest." he added, finally catching up.

"Oh come on (B/n), have fun for once in your life!" I yelled looking back at him, "Besides, moms goanna get angry anyways" I said grinning.

(B/n) just let out a small sighed, he then look at me smiling, "I hate you!" he said running beside me. "And I love you" I answered, fastening my pace leaving him once again behind me.

I didn't care whether mom was going to kill us or not for entering the forest without her permission. I had grown tired of being all the time stuck inside of a cave underneath the ground, laying there without doing nothing than waiting for our own death to come. NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!!

Each day mother would give both my brother and me an hour to play outside the cave. This was always my favorite part of the day, in which I could finally be free of doing whatever I wanted, or at least what I could handle doing.

But of all the thousand of things on my mind that I love to do, going inside the forest was always the one that I ended up doing the most.

I kept running, feet kissing the land. Perhaps a little while ago I would have balked at the idea of running so far and fast, now I relish the prospect. These feet were indeed made to travel at speed and light as the paws of saber-toothed tiger. Breathing steady, heart strong - this weasel was born to run.

Even better, I was born for adventure.

After a few minutes of continuous running, I decide to stop for a breath and to wait for (B/n) to catch up. Breathing slowly, I silently stood in the middle of the forest admiring the wonderful view.

Every single branch of each tree was hanging low because of the weight of the white pure snow. The whole place looked like an unfinished painting, waiting for the artist to return and give his final touches. The wind and air were holing, piling up snow in drifts, blinding the morning sky with ice-white dust.

I closed my eyes in satisfaction as I fell to the cold fluffy ground. "This is amazing!" I squealed in joy as I started to move my hands and feet in order to make a snow angel.

"You got your fun (Y/n), now get up." The stern tone of my brother made me open my eyes in annoyance.

"Jeez! Can't you just relax for ten minutes?" I told him angrily standing up and shaking off the snow of my brown fur. "Besides, we still have some time before we go back to that piece of boredom and darkness." I dramatically added as (B/n) just rolled his eyes at my comment.

"(Y/n), this isn't a save place for kids to hangout." he stated crossing his arms.

"So what." I replied taking some snow in my hands.