“They Call Me...” Chapter I: All Washed Up.
#1 of "They Call Me..."
On a cold, rain-drenched evening on the night of an extremely vague lunar crescent laid an animate figure plastered on all fours next to a rapid gusher of water and sound. The estuary held back the sound of consistent groaning as the creature struggled to gain leverage in his hind-legs. A muffled strain was all that came of the just result, as was a rummage in the bushes nearby.
Out popped a good two couple of ears accompanied by shaggy tails at each end of the bush, obviously too long to be covered. One of the attendants stared down at the ground, sniffed at the surface and grinned.
"Any blood, boss?" carried a callus remark to the right, a scrawny looking wolf smirking at the middle wolf's response.
"Not a thing, unless my nose ain't working. "
" Come on now, Tofu...your nose?"
The lead in the pack quickly rose his right forepaw in anger and swiped at the nose that indulged to the right of his thinking space, a hushed whimper rumbling from below the bush.
"Why don't you use yours once in a while, runt?" Tofu grunted, taking time to resume on the sniffing.
"You know, it'd do you a lot of good, Dante."
" Yeah, boss...But look'it...Do you really want to have him join us?" Dante grimaced, pointing his paw through the plant and at the mangled body.
" You see Tobias anywhere? Cause' I sure don't."
" I know, I know...but maybe he made out on the other end?"
At that moment the alpha strode his gaze to stare at the smaller wolf, leaning his snout into the other's general point of view where he then proceeded to snarl.
"How about I throw you inside and you find out for yourself?" he growled, beginning to step off and out of the bush in an attempt to better analyze the limp figure.
Dante looked down in shame, his amber-colored hues drooping as he sighed.
"I guess you're right....You know, because you'r-"
"You coming!?"
"What? Oh! Wait for me, boss!!"