Every day, Granite explored a little more. He was growing quickly and the sheer size of his paws alluded to the massive wolf he would become. For now, he was a clumsy lad. Lucky for Granite, puppies bounced back easily. Any bumps or bruises he received didn’t interrupt his expeditions.
Today, a hollowed-out log captured his interest. Its damp, woody smell and dark interior sparked his curiosity. Granite went head-first into the hollow trunk.
“Heelllooooo,” he called. “S’anybody home?”
Now that he was older and stronger and bigger than he'd been when he was born, LP snuck out of the den as much as he could. Things were way stuffy with mom and Iris and Isaiah, and way cooler under open skies and still new places.
He'd managed to ditch Isaiah at the rendezvous and found himself at the end of a huge fallen tree. Woah. With a dip of his head he peeked inside -- and was this what every tree looked like?
OH SNAP and is THAT what every tree sounded like??
HEY!!
LP shoved his head into the rotting dark, his tail whipping a storm behind him. How cool was this! Wait until he told Isa and Iris he'd talked to a tree! WHATD'YA SAY??
There was something inside! And it talked back!
Too young and naive to be fearful, Granite took a deep breath. “AHSAID,” he shouted from the top of his lungs as if the log’s tenant was deaf, “S’ANYBODY HOME?!?!” Granite’s mighty voice echoed off the log’s interior as he crawled a little bit further inside to investigate.