The Pack (HIATUS)

Chapter 2 - Animal

A/N:  THERE WILL BE A SCENE WHICH WILL NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. And no. I don't mean smut. Smut is illegal. 

It was morning when the rain ceased. The dark clouds cleared and appeared the calm beautiful blue sky with the sun smiling down on all it touches. The wind passed by, singing a merry tune of a lullaby from long ago. The little pup fluttered their eyes opened to see the glorious morning rays passing through the leaves of the trees. They carefully climbed out of the burrow, trying to put no pressure on their injured paw. 

They walked out and awed the beautiful scenery that was before them. The flowers bloomed in their presence as if welcoming them into the beautiful world after the storm. The leaves fell from their branches and danced with the wind, gracefully bowing until they fell to the ground, only for the wind to pick them up again. The pup saw little critters running around to play with other little ones such as themselves. Rabbits, frogs, squirrels, and little bugs.

The unnamed pup smiled, walking around to have a better view of everything. They went forward to sniff the beautiful wildflowers, taking in the forest scent. A little butterfly landed on its nose, flapping its wings to show a pair of colorful green eyes, like theirs. The pup stared in awe as the little bug stayed still on their nose.

The green butterfly fluttered its wings and lifted off, beckoning the pup to follow it. The little pup wagged its tail and started to follow the trail of the butterfly, not knowing what lies ahead.

Chase was sniffing the ground, trying to track what was making that noise with his K-9 senses. The others were walking behind him, trying to look for any possible danger. Rubble stepped on a twig and he screamed in shock. "Aah!" Yelled, Rubble, jumping to Ryder's arms in hopes of protection. Ryder chuckled seeing the little pup so jumpy. "Don't worry, Rubble," Ryder reassured, putting the youngling down, "it was just a twig." "Oh, hehe..." Rubble chuckled nervously, trying to hide his embarrassment for getting easily scared on such a trivial thing. "I knew that," he lied, following the others, but staying close to Ryder.

The others were pretty jumpy as well. Well, not as jumpy as the construction pup, but they all tried to stand their guard and not let fear overtake them, and they are failing incredulously.

Marshall and Skye stayed close to Chase, in the belief that Chase is hopefully right. Rocky was less shaky than the others, excited even. He was ready for something, anything, to pounce in front of them and told Chase that he was right. He was tired of sitting around in the Lookout with minor missions that only needed a screw and a plank of wood, and playing safe among the sidelines with the other pups. This was an opportunity for a dangerous adventure that Rocky was ready to take. Zuma was like Rocky, but his thirst for adventure lied somewhere else. He never wish for something as dangerous as facing a legendary creature who can kill them with one swipe of its mighty claw. Nonetheless, Rocky was his best friend, so wherever he goes, Zuma follows.

Chase stopped in his tracks, finally smelling something out of the ordinary. "What's wrong, Chase?" Skye asked, scared that maybe they came too close to the territory of the Forest Hound. "I smell... Meat?" Chase said, his tone unsure. "M-meat?!" Rubble repeated, backing away and retreating to Ryder. "I-I'm not sure..." Chase replied, looking back at his team to find three scared pups, Zuma confused, and a smug-looking Rocky. Oh, how he wanted to swipe that smile off of the recycling pup so much.

"Well, let's track it down!" Rocky said, walking forward to Chase with his head held high and his chest puffed out. "Track it down? Are you kidding? This might be a predator! That could kill us!" Chase said, exaggerating the word kill to try and get into Rocky's head, but to no use. Rocky's grin only widened. He got close to Chase with a taunting shimmer in his eyes. "Why? You scared?" Rocky taunted, daring Chase to admit he believes in the Forest Hound. Chase returned his remark with a glare. "Why would I be scared? The Forest Hound is just a legend," Chase replied, standing his ground, Rocky not letting his prideful grin slip off his face.