Micah paced back and forth on the spot that used to be his little camp site. Javier looked up at him, sleep still hanging on in the wolf's eyes.
We should attack now! Why is Dutch making us wait?
What are you gabbing about, now? Just let Dutch be Dutch. Besides, Arthur can't be THAT strong. He's a deer. We're wolves... he finished in a yawn. The black Timber Wolf looked at his packmate and growled again.
Then how is he stronger than us?
Micah, Arthur is a buck! Deer are strong. You should know that.
Javier laid his head back down. Bill ran to them from behind a rock and Micah sat down.
Bill, this better be important. I'm in the middle of something, he thought.
Bill gave a sly laugh. It is, boss. I just saw Arthur in the valley! Apparently he has his own herd now, and a fine young doe. I never thought of him as a romantic type.At the sound of this, Micah chuckled and showed his sharp, daggered teeth.
Really? Well, in that case, let us go pay a little visit to our brother... The wolf howled and his two packmates followed, then ran down the mountain side.
Abigail and John pulled up to the hotel and got off the wagon. A worried Jack came out. "Ma, Pa, have you seen Arthur? I can't find him anywhere." John shook his head while his wife giggled. "I think Arthur is just fine."
As it turned out, he was fine. More than fine! He was walking with Mary through the forest.
Oh Arthur, I missed you so much, Mary thought as she looked at the buck. Arthur looked back.
Me too.
The two spiritual deer looked at each other for a little moment, slowly moving closer, but someone rushed twords them. It was Jack. "Uncle Arthur!" he said, and Mary ran into the bushes. Arthur looked in her direction, his ears down, then turned to his nephew.
Jack, why did you have to scare her off? he thought.
"Arthur, we've been looking all over the forest for you! Me and Pa are going on a fishing trip." By now, the buck was on a rock with his head held high. In the bushes, Mary saw how strong he was and felt a smile creep onto her muzzle. Arthur jumped down from the rock and followed Jack back to where John was waiting.
"Ah Arthur, I was wondering if you were gonna turn up," John said to the majestic creature. The buck rolled his eyes.
Just because I'm in the body of a deer don't mean you get to call me 'majestic.'
He sat down in a dog like position near the river and studied the water. As he watched it, he saw a fish swim up the river, trying to beat the rapids. Arthur bent his nose down to sniff it, but the fish had jumped out of the water and slapped him in the face with it's tail. The buck let out a call of surprise and backed up. John dropped his pole and ran to his brother, calming him down like he was wild horse. When he was calm enough, John gently put his hand on the buck's muzzle, rubbing his fur. "Your okay, boy," he said. Arthur was now shaking a little, but not spooked enough to go on a rampage.
