Blackfoot Forest make it up as you go

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Rory was usually much less focused; shifting restlessly or darting looks around. It was strange to be so intent on his task. On any other day, he would have given himself a pat on the back for being more grown-up. Today, it prevented him from seeing the behemoth eying his plump little bottom.

Rory jumped at the feel of air being displaced just above him, yelping. He lurched as if to start running, but the creature behind him snapped again and suddenly he was caught. Rory was lucky the first strike had missed, or he would be a dead little puppy; as it was, he let out a pitiful whine and kicked his paws weakly. His squirming brought the large canine's figure into view, for just a moment, and only out of the corner of his eye.

Rory's green eyes widened. Mama was right! He whined again and struggled a new, boyish voice issuing a high-pitched complaint. "Lea'me 'loooonnneee!"