Moonspear School's Out

Day…he wasn’t counting. Dad wasn’t back. Home had shifted from the vale to here. Sable, in his infinite wisdom, had stuck his paw into an ant bed and gotten bit.

He had sulked about it for days, but the swelling had gone down, as well as the itches, and he had gone outside today to go stare at the ants again.

He’d stopped for a moment to stare at a distant squirrel with the petrified expression of an elephant seeing a mouse in an old cartoon. The thing to break him out of this daring face off between predator and prey was the touch of someone else.

That was not his sister. Sable whipped his head around to find it was another puppy. He was related to this one? He thought? Maybe he was related to all of them. He didn’t know.

Anyway. Tag.

He was serial killer slow as he slid to his chest in a mockery of the play bow in front of him, his eyes wide and face expressionless. Perhaps if he stared intently enough, she’d roll over and he’d win.

Barring that didn’t work, he’d bounce forward, near tripping over his paws, before pursuing.