Word Count: chapter: 300||story: 2,100||Chapter Count: 7/26
The longer he stayed where he was without being disturbed, the more weariness caught at his fur and played with his ears. Here he could sleep in safety and wake to hunt. Here he didn't have to worry about someone seizing him when he couldn't defend himself.
He had few memories that stretched beyond the beginning of this chase, but he thought he'd been safe somewhere before. The pack. He thought of them again, what little he could manage with sleep so enticing. He recalled their scents, a far clearer marking than anything else would have been, and it dawned on him that while he knew said scents, he recalled little else about them.
Little else except…except…
They weren't like him. They weren't wolves. They weren't the usual kind of pack, but they were pack all the same.
He whimpered low in his throat. He should have known more. He remembered and didn't remember knowing more. He had, once.
I'll never work for you!
I look forward to showing you how wrong you are, Blue Ranger!
A deeper whimper escaped him at that. He didn't recognize where the words came from but that second set of them enraged him. At the same time, it terrified him. His claws dug into the soft ground beneath him and he wondered if he should get up and run even more, flee until he found true safety.
No. No. He was safe enough here and if he stepped out too soon, then he would be chased again. He had to wait his pursuer out and only leave when no one waited for him.
Or he could find a safer place to leave from.
To Be Continued
Notes: What are you planning, Billy?