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The Fox and the Hound 3: The Next Generation
Part Two: The Older Years
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Spotted Demon
Swift had been awake for perhaps an hour by now, and was presently making his way through the forest . . . trying to put as much distance between him and Smoky as possible. He found a stream nearby and, having been deprived of water for a few hours, greedily drank from it. When he was done, he licked his muzzle to rid of the excess water dripping from his jaws and continued ahead to cross.
He made it to the other side safely enough, and shook his reddish coat in attempts to dry himself. When he was at last done, he pressed forward . . . but not before he noticed a set of footprints in front of him. Staring at the tracks, he drew his breath in, not sure how to respond. What he saw were a set of bobcat prints. There had not been a bobcat in the area in quite a while, and he wasn't even sure he'd ever seen one. His father had told him a story about a mountain lion once, referred to as a "devil cat" (a term he claimed he got from a friend), but he had never seen one of those either. He wondered briefly if the two creatures could be related, and the thought frightened him a little. He did not want to come in contact with such a vicious, demon-like animal, so he hurried himself from the area promptly.
Big Mama flew across the treetops, in search of a lone red fox by the name of Swift. She had made a promise to Tod (and to herself) to find him and keep him out of harm's way and hopefully she would be able to do so. Wait . . . who was that?
The owl glanced down towards the ground at what she believed looked like . . . no, what was a red fox. Yes, that had to be Swift all right, no doubt about it. Big Mama changed her direction and headed down towards him.
"Swift! Swift!"
Why wasn't he answering? Most creatures answered to their name being called, or at least looked up and glanced around to see who it was. But this fox wasn't doing either! It simply stayed put where it was as it tried to . . . dig a hole?
"Swift?!" Big Mama called again, growing tired, and landing on a nearby tree branch. "Goodness, boy, you're about as stubborn as your father—"
"Excuse me, who are you talking to?" a young female voice asked from below. Big Mama stopped talking and looked down at the fox whom she thought was Swift. Instead of seeing a masculine face however, she saw a pretty female face, one etched with puzzlement.
"Why . . . who are you, deary?" the owl asked her, a little embarrassed at her mistake.
"The name's Loki, but who are you, and who are you trying to find?"
Smoky kept his nose to the ground, trailing his prey, getting closer and closer with each step he took. There was no doubt, Swift had been in this area. Yet, the scent was a little faint, so that meant that the fox had long been gone. Yet, the hound was determined to set his life straight—get redemption for supposedly killing Chief and getting vengeance for Ace's death.
He went a few more steps when he suddenly stopped all together. He still had Swift's scent fresh in his mind, yet another scent was now mixed in with it. Puzzled at this new smell, he registered it into his mind on what it could be. Uncle Chief had taught him many, many scents when they all went out together in the forest, and at last the pup recognized what it was.
Bobcat. A spotted demon . . .
Smoky had heard many a frightful tale of the more dangerous forest creatures. One that he remembered hearing about most of all was the "devil cat". His father and uncle had told a grand story involving a "devil cat" when he and his siblings were pups, and Smoky was quite intrigued with it. Still, he had always considered himself lucky never to have to tangle with one. He wasn't sure about "spotted demons"—Uncle Chief had said that they were smaller and shorter than "devil cats", with pointed ears, bobbed tails, and a spotted coat—hence their name.
A little anxious that he might come across this "spotted demon", he wasn't sure which direction he should go in order to avoid a chance meeting. He could either continue the way he was going, or take a side trip to the east. Confused on what to do, he sat on his haunches and looked up at the skies, turning orange-pink with the rising sun.
"A little help would be nice . . . a sign maybe? A hint? Anything?"
As if on cue, the wind began to blow from behind him, stirring up the leaves to his right—in the east. The fallen autumn foliage seemed to dance in the wind, almost inviting him to follow them. The hound sighed and said to himself,
"Okay, I can take a hint."
okay, not so much supernaturalness in this chappie, but don't worry there will be more to come I promise! Lol, just the thought of what I'm planning to do gives me the creeps, mwahaha. Hm, Big Mama found a girl fox, wonder if she'll be of any assistance? Keep reading and please review! although i don't know when i'll update next, i'm so busy with school and all, i think i'll try to update on saturday at the least. And Happy Belated Halloween to you guys!