Cast of Troublemakers:
Bryanna Call, age 4 1/2
Harry Lahote, age 3 1/2
Ethan Uley, age 3
Jackson Black, age 3 (appears in the longer one-shot)
Rating: K
Genre: Family/Adventure
Word Count: 760 (Technically, this is a drabble-ish-length preview since I got carried away, but I think the preview tells a pretty cute story all by itself, so it gets to be both! ^_^ )
Prompt: a video of puppies!
Bryanna's Puppy
"Indoor voice, please, Bry," Bella called out.
"Dis is my indoor voice, Mommy. I inside! When I outside, my outside voice is much louder," she called out as she and Harry ran through the living room to the back door.
Embry patted their heads with an indulgent grin and Bella rolled her eyes as they passed, Bella calling out once more, "Don't slam the—"
Bang!
"—door," came the muffled end of her mommy's sentence as Bryanna tugged little Harry over to her secret fort.
Putting a finger to her lips, she pointed with the other hand for Harry to look inside.
Warily, Harry leaned over to look. He knew Bryanna wasn't the type of friend to play pranks like their friends Jackson and Ethan, but her secret fort was dark and she was being mysteros- mystersy- she was being weird.
Working up his nerve—he was a Lahote and his dad wasn't afraid of nothing—he peered into the half-buried fort beneath the bright yellow bush in the Calls' backyard.
Amber eyes set in a furry, golden face peered back, yipping happily at him and bouncing on the ground like he wanted to play.
"Bwee… When did you get puppy?" Harry asked enviously, his dark eyes going wide as he brushed the long, shaggy hair off his forehead.
She put her finger to her lips again, "Shh… I foun' 'im in da woods when I sneaked out back there." She pointed to a loose part of the fence that looked like it would be easy to pull aside.
The puppy whimpered just as their friend Ethan came bounding out the back door to join them. He gasped when he saw what was hiding behind his friends.
Harry caught him up to speed quickly.
Then the puppy whimpered again.
"He sounds sad." Ethan's heart went out to the puppy. "What should we do?"
All the pack kids knew the legends and most of them were old enough to have seen their dads phase on the fly once or twice. Uncle Billy had sat them all down and explained how important it was to keep tribal legends a secret and said that one day, they might be protectors, too.
Bryanna had always wanted to be a protector, ever since Uncle Billy told them two whole months ago about being one.
Two whole months!
And she still hadn't figured out how to poof into a big doggy.
Then the puppy whined again.
The sound made her sad. She wanted to help him.
She decided she had to see into his brain to know what was wrong. This was it. She was going to do it to help her puppy.
"Back up," she told the others as she dropped her cardigan and pulled her sundress over her head.
She debated whether to step out of her My Little Pony unders, but she hated them anyway. She told her mommy how many times that she wanted the Transformers unders with Ratchet on them...? She was holding out for the Tranformers ones. These My Little Pony ones were expend- expendy- They could go poof, too.
"What are you doing?" Harry's eyes got even wider as he watched Bry clumsily tie her dress around her ankle like she'd seen Harry's mom do with hers once.
"I'm gonna poof so I can see the TV in his head." It made perfect sense to her. Her daddy and Uncle Jacob had explained how they could see each other's thoughts in the pack brain when they were poofed into big doggies together.
Harry and Ethan nodded in unison, agreeing immediately, "Okay." Bryanna was the oldest. If anybody knew stuff, it was her.
"Okay," she said, squinching her eyes closed. "I'm gonna do it. If it works, I'll bark, so you'll know. Then you poof into doggies, too."
Harry looked dubiously at Ethan, then back at Bryanna, "Um… Okay. We'll watch you to learn how."
Bryanna huffed at the doubt in his voice. She was sure she could do this.
She thought about the big grey doggy her daddy turned into. She thought about his pretty spots and hoped she would have spots like that, too.
She loved polkadots.
Imagining wagging her tail and scratching an itch behind her ear with her foot and catching frisbees in her big doggy mouth, she thought about how fuzzy and warm her fluffy doggy coat would be. She could practically feel the heat from her doggy coat.
The warm coat suddenly felt uncomfortably warm and she shuddered, stretching as if to loosen it and fan herself—
Keep an eye out for the longer one-shot later tonight or tomorrow. ;) GAH! The cuteness!