Blackfeather Woods The Great Escape

He was in something. It was dark, but there was a hole that light filtered through. The bigger wolf had put him here. Baldur whimpered. He no longer believed that these two would bring him back to his mom. So then what were they going to do with him? Baldur did not want to stay and find out.

Aiming for the hole, he jumped to try to reach it, his little paws failing. He missed the edge by mere inches. Growling he tried again, he was a little closer that time but still too far. Gazing around his small prison, Baldur searched for something to help him get free. There was a knob just to the left and big enough for him to climb on. That may give him the boost he needed to escape this dark place. Baldur made his way onto the knob, and then with a big heave he jumped for the light again. His paws locked around the edge. Using his hind legs, he dug his little claws into the side of his prison and pushed himself over the edge.

Wind grabbed him, pulling him down. Baldur let out a high pitched squeal in fear. His little body hit hard ground that took the breath from him. Gasping, he rolled back and forth, coughing. Slowly, it became easier for him to breathe again. Once he was calm, Baldur took in his surroundings. He was still in the woods. Gazing up from where he had fallen, he saw that his prison had been one of the giant trees.

There was no signs of the two bigger wolves, so Baldur ran to the nearest bush, hiding beneath it. He needed to figure out how to get back to mom and away from the two bigger wolves. He gazed around fearfully from his hiding place, wary of being found and placed back in the tree.