Pomona

Chapter One

"I am sorry Princess."

A burly, red haired man stood by one of the containment units, his hair slicked back although his coat seems to need a bit of ironing, his emerald green eyes darted from left to right. The unit was installed a few days back and he needed to make sure that everything was perfect and that it met the needs of his little friends. The unit resembled a forest biome, there were a trees, some flowers and boulders for them to climb and sleep on; inside stood five timber wolves. One of the females, who seemed to be one of the bigger members of the pact, stood close to the entrance and watched as he walked over, carrying a bucket. As she heard the latch open, she darted for the door and waited for him to enter. After another click,signaling that the door closed, she stood up and placed her front paws on the man's shoulder. The rest of the pack made aware of the presence and the scent of food started walking towards the man.

"Hey, hey! Slow down," he pushed her off of him as he walked towards another corner of the unit, placing the meat he had prepared in what seemed to be a big food bowl for all the animals. As the last meat fell, they darted for it ignoring the man as he filled another container with water.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead and brushing the fur off his coat, he watched them eat, a wide smile on his face.

"You all love your meat don't cha? Don't worry daddy's got more for you later," a hearty laugh echoed throughout the unit

As he watched them, ideas ran through his mind. They could play for a while after this, run around the area or take them for a walk around the compound. People might get scared since they aren't the only ones in the area, it might be better to have them do their walks using the exercise equipment they have set up. They need to continue to use their hunting skills, after all he would need to return them to the wild and he cannot afford that they lose those abilities.

He felt a little sad at the thought of losing his friends, but he can't keep them locked up forever and everything would be over, wouldn't it.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock from outside the unit. Roughly five feet in height, barely reaching his chest and rainbow colored hair that always made him feel comfortable, reminding him of cotton candy; she called out to him, knocking a bit harder on the glass pane motioning for him to come out.

"Good morning Adalard, are they eating well?" she asked as soon as he stepped out of the unit.

"Good morning Agatha, yes they are," Adalard, the red haired man, smiled at her. "You're here early, have you had breakfast?"

"Breakfast? I had a nice cup of joe!" Agatha lifted up her tumbler, a grin on her face.

"A cup of coffee?!," he looked alarmed, "if you were my daughter, I would never let you leave the house without food. Breakfast is a very important meal."

The burly man hurried to his desk and pulled up his bag, he rummaged through his stuff as the little girl walked towards him wondering what he was looking for.

"Hey Ad, wha-" she was interrupted when he held up a sandwich in front of her.

"Here, eat this," he placed it in her hand not accepting any answer but yes. Satisfied that the young woman took the snack he asked, "anyway little butterfly, why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Imfhhs cmfhjfjr tdnjsh," Agatha replied through a mouthful. She tried to chew faster, almost choking, and Adalard looked even more worried as she struggled.

"Its coming today! My lovelies are coming today," she blurted once she has got the sandwich to go down, her steel grey eyes glistened with excitement. She took another bite of the sandwich, pleased, "Thish wrealy gwood."