Lilly

Bently's History

As time went on thunder hit hard and we went under a little cave system wasn't too deep, but it wasnt enough for the water to seep in. Abigail hopped off and started a fire and started to eat a bar and look through the journal once more. I saw Bently at the enterance merely poking his muzzle out and his eyes closed as if he enjoyed the rain going and seeping down his soggy face... I came over to talk to him, "Seems like you had some experience with this, huh?"

Bently then just stopped and looked down at me with some of his fur dripping on the rocky terrain, "Why does it matter to you, you are just a pup, it does not matter what I do or how I do things..."

"Yes it does," I said, kindly & worried, "You obviously have a past, I want you to trust me on this...why are you shut out from humans and others?"

"Dont question me, you don't know what I suffered through!" Bently then seemed to have a very bad prick on that question that just poped his balloon.

I spoke up, growling, "No, you listen to me! You don't know what I have suffered through; I've been in two wars and died twice trying to save my conrades! I suffered bullet wounds and bomb flashes! I didn't ask you for nothing, you think it's worse than mine?!"

Bently was then silent for 5 minutes and so was I, guess us wolves do snap quickly when it comes to what we feel is wrong and right. Bently spoke up, "This scar....was from when I was trained in the K-9 agency...I was....special they said...that I needed the proper training and to be adopted by the trainer. One took the chance to, my partner, he called himself Buck, he never gave up on me, and I never gave up on him...one day, on our 21st mission, it was a stand off against robbers with guns that the military owned, they had two Dobermans and one managed to make a scar on my eye and I took it down...and then...a fire was heard, and my partner fell to the ground like a cut tree ready to timber. I sniffed him and even tried to get him up, he didn't respond...the others picked him up after the gun show was over, he didn't respond to them either...I then noticed a pool of blood on the ground...I realized he was never going to respond no more..."

"Then what happened?" I asked kindly, trying not to rush, but curiosity was eating me up.

"Then...after a few weeks back in my old cage...they tried to put me down...thinking I was still dangerous...unlucky for them, I was smarter than the rest of the canines...once they pulled me out by the leash and muzzle outside, I then swiftly ran to the gate as it was about to close, making the man fall and let go of the leash, I was out before the gates closed...however...my plan was to escape, but into the woods and surviving on my own, was not one of them...I used an old tree branch and managed to hook it under the back neck of the muzzle and collar and slipped it right off, they didn't have it on tight enough, now, after 5 years alone, I never thought to be helping a dog and her human..." Bently said, slowly looking back to me.

I slowly nod, "I....I see...."

 Bently then wrapped his tail around me then nuzzles me off, "Go on then...get some rest...I'll wake you up when the storm passed by."

I nod and smiled, "Thank you, Bently...you know....you are welcomed into my home, if you need it.."

"...I'll....have to think on that offer..." Bently said, hesitant.

I nod then went over to Abigail whom seem to have written in the journal, she then showed me as I laid next to her. Abby spoke up, "There was some left over paper in the journal...I'm gonna write my own logs..."

I then slightly bark quietly as Abigail smiles and continues writing, I thought to myself, "Just like old scar palm.....Calli....I wish I could still be HER again...to see my partner once again."