The Heartwood Why Did It Have to be Thunder?

Red was just getting comfortable in her hiding place within the roots of the oak tree when she was suddenly interrupted by a snarling sound coming from her rear end. She yelped in fear and confusion and tried desperately to scramble away from the sound - another animal, no doubt. And trapped in the roots as they were, the scent of the Wolf was strong and obvious. Unfortunately for the both of them, the Wolf had blocked Red’s only escape, so there was nowhere for the coywolf to go except forward. The problem with that being that there was no forward. She was about as tightly fit under the roots as she possibly could be, so she wasn’t sure what the Wolf expected her to do about moving.

She emitted a high-pitched whine as a show of distress. In that one sound were multiple meanings: “I’m afraid of the storm! I’m afraid of you! I can’t move! You trapped me! Leave me alone!” In desperation, she curled her lower body inward towards herself and ended up in an odd sort of almost-fetal position. She was afraid the wolf might snap at her behind if she didn’t do something. But other than that, she was rather powerless to do anything that her half-cousin wanted.

To be honest, she was perfectly willing to share the space if she could, if only out of the necessity to get away from the sound of the thunder booming overhead and the rain that was sure to follow. Besides, she had found the space first. This Wolf would have to learn that just because she was pureblood, that didn’t mean she was entitled to everything.