Chapter 30. I hit the mother load!(dances to can-can). Sorry I got excited. Anyways, I hope you like it. Ah who am I kidding? You're gonna LOVE it. I know it's short, but it will be enough to cover the details.
And once again, special thanks to ShamoneTigeyWigey for helping me out!
One week Flora has been imprisoned in the cave, but it wasn't entirely too bad. Not when Sam was always giving her food and keeping her company. Sam looked on the bright side as well. Little by little, he was starting to regain Flora's trust. Although it did still start out a little bumpy, it got better.
Shortly after their conversation, Sam had gone to fetch Flora some fresh, juicy ox for her breakfast.
"Where are you lugging that with you?" Oscar glared suspiciously at Sam. He's always shown strong hostility towards him even over the simplest things.
Sam gulped. He had to come up with a reply that wasn't going to get Flora or him in trouble.
"I was just-. I'm going to-. Uhh."
"About time." Soto rolled his eyes caring more about the prey Sam was bringing back. "Will that shut your whining mouths?" the other three pack members kept pestering their leader that they didn't have anything that was completely edible. If they didn't just lay around on their lazy butts, they would actually have something!
Soto took the ox that was supposed to be for Flora without uttering anything else, not even saying "thank you" and dug into the carcass hastily along with the others.
Great. Now what's Flora going eat?
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"Hey." Flora greeted Sam as he came down to her.
"Hey." replied Sam. He pushed forward a beaver to Flora.
"Here you go. It was supposed to be an ox, but..."
"It's fine. I'm not picky."
"So, you doing okay in here?"
Flora shot him an icy glare. "I've been imprisoned in here for a week and you have the nerve to ask me that?"
Sam mentally berated himself. What kind of a question is that you idiot?
"No, no, no, no, that is not what I meant. I meant to ask how you're coping with all this!" What?!
"Coping?" questioned Flora hotly.
"Because you were ripped from your family and-" Sam stopped once he realized the mistake he made by bringing that up."
Turning around, Flora fell down to the floor and started sobbing softly.
Sam now felt guilty. Seeing Flora shed tears like that really blew a sharp pain to his heart.
"Flora, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I can never say anything right. Please don't cry."
"It's okay." whimpered Flora trying to hold back more tears. "You didn't mean to. I just really miss them all. My dad especially. I was so mean to him."
"It couldn't be that bad."
"You should have seen our fight. I told him I hate him."
"It wasn't your fault Flora. It was just the anger talking. We say things we don't mean all the time when we're mad. It overpowers us."
"You're right. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I guess I'm starting to go a little crazy being trapped in here like that."
"That's something else that happens to us a lot."
"At least I'm not completely insane. I'm lucky that I do have some contact. Otherwise, I would be screaming random things like a maniac."
Both Sam and Flora chuckled.
"I wonder if they're looking for me? You know, my family."
"They are. That's not even a thought, that's a fact. Everyone in that herd of yours loves and cares for one another and they would go through all lengths to find you. Especially your dad, regardless of what you said to him. I know that he loves you because he sure hates me." (bonus points to whoever gets the joke!)
"My dad doesn't hate you. He's just hard to impress by someone he just met." Flora assured Sam before sighing in a depressing manner. Sam saw that and had a plan to lighten her spirits.
"I know what will make you feel better."
"You're not gonna bang your head on the wall, are you?"
"And ruin this with a bloody mess?" Sam circled his head with his paw. "I happened to be the only cub from the litter who inherited my mom's perfect skull structure.
Flora looked at Sam for a few seconds. "That is a pretty nice head."
"Okay, now for your entertainment." Sam cleared his throat to start his impression. "You worthless, ugly sabers, get off your fat, lazy butts now! That prey isn't going to catch itself! Sam, clean up that unmentionable business that the oxes left! I'm not gonna have my perfect paws ruined by it!"
For the first time in her imprisonment, Flora actually let out a laugh. Not a little giggle. She was actually cracking up. Sam's mocking impression of Soto really was quite entertaining.
"Did you like it?" asked Sam.
"Liked it? Dude, you turned a fearsome saber into our own, private laughing stock. I LOVED it!"
"You wanna give it a shot?"
"Sure. I'll do that creepy, scrawny guy who was eying me up the day I got kidnapped. What's his name... Zeke?"
"Yeah go for it."
Flora recalled how her father told her and her brothers about Zeke and he would always do his crazy voice for them.
"Wah! I wanna follow the walking buffet! I wanna maul. MAUL!" Flora finished her little show with a crazy laugh.
"Not bad." judged Sam. "You might wanna work on that crazed laugh of yours."
"Okay Mr. Critic, your turn." Flora smirked playfully.
"Shut up shorty, I'm starving!" Sam deepened his voice to sound like Lenny. That didn't amuse Flora too much. She remembered how cocky and smug Oscar was and added her own twists to him.
"Soto, stop obsessing over the humans so much. Shut your complaining yap."
"That was Oscar in the past?" asked Sam surprised.
"I added some things to it, but that's how he acted according to my dad."
Oscar stopped walking. He swore that he heard somebody call his name. It sounded like it was coming from the prison. He concluded to the fact that it was the prisoner.
And I thought she stopped moping already. Groaned Oscar. He headed near the entrance to tell the little brat to keep her yap shut, but before he could set a paw inside, he stared at the sight before him. Sam was actually talking to her. And he wasn't even behaving like a normal prison guard should. They were making joking around and laughing. Laughing at how they're sneering at this pack's good, (or should I say bad) name. Oscar was especially appalled by how they mocked him. He scooted back further so he won't be seen, but was still close enough to hear their conversation.
"You know, I gotta admit, despite the fact that I'm confined in here, it's not so bad." confessed Flora.
"It's not?" asked Sam. "How?"
"On a positive note, you're being real nice to me by giving me food and having friendly chats with me."
"Oh yeah."
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For what I just said before you knucklehead." teased Flora with Sam smiling. He was glad to see her sense of humor didn't leave her.
"I gotta go now. We don't want to get in trouble by you-know-who. But I'll come back early evening the latest."
"You promise?"
"Yeah. We are friends."
Flora chuckled. It's official. She had regained his trust.
Quick as lightning, Oscar took off and hid behind a pile of bushes for Sam not to notice him as he walked out. Once the coast was clear, he stalked out, heading to tell Soto the interesting news he just found out.
Enjoy your happiness while it lasts you twerps because come tonight, you're not getting a piece of it left with you.
So Flora is officially not mad at Sam anymore! Yay! But now Oscar knows about Sam's seeing Flora and that's obviously not good. What will happen next?
