Life tells you when you're ready

Parker Sadira · 09-11-2010, 11:54 PM

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The bright colors of fall shone throughout the Crimson Dreams pack lands, catching the eye of the young Sadira girl as she searched the southeastern side of Cottontail Valley. Why did the leaves change colors? Why weren't they such pretty colors during the rest of the year? Parker loved to look at healthy, green plants, but these colors were just so pretty. If tree leaves were capable of looking like this, why not all year round? The more Parker thought about it the more she understood a possible reason for nature keeping the colors reserved to Fall. If the trees looked this way all the time, then the colors would not look so special. By reserving them for one part of the year, they stayed special, something worth waiting for. That seemed like at least one possible reason for the leaves to change color only once a year. Parker did not pretend to know the real answer, for there was much she still had to learn. Fortunately she had her mother, father and all of the other adults in the pack to learn from. Why, just earlier this morning she had walked with her mother into Cottontail Valley. She always enjoyed spending time with her mother. They were not together at the moment, for Parker had wanted to go explore and mama also had her own reasons for entering the valley. So a short while ago they had parted ways for the day. Parker had gone to find the stream and explore there while her mother had gone to do whatever it was that she needed.

Unlike most of her trips outdoors, the young, adolescent female carried her plush lamb with her. Normally she left the toy at home, safe and sound in the bedroom where the dirt and moisture from the outdoors could not get it. For some reason, Parker had chosen to bring it with her. Even she did not know why she had done so. However, as she neared the stream, she made sure to clench her jaws extra tight around the lamb's fluffy leg, making sure to have a good grip on it. Then, satisfied that her favorite toy was secure, Parker started travelling along the small stream. The swift-flowing water was always something that fascinated Parker, ever since she had first seen it. Last time she had been out in the valley she had thought she had seen a fish in the current, but it had been too late in the day to get a good look. Now, however, it was mid-day, the sun was right overhead. If she was going to see any fish, today would be the day.

The sunshine girl travelled downstream for several minutes, golden gaze fixed on the water as she meandered over the rocky, riverbank. They were still a fair distance from Rabbit lake, but Parker noticed that the nearer she got, the wider the stream became. It also seemed to get a little deeper in certain places. It was in one of those places, Parker saw what she was looking for. Fish and a fair amount of them at that. She couldn't get a good look at them, but their silhouettes against the stony bottom of the creek were unmistakable to Parker's golden gaze. Luckily, the river bank jutted out into the stream at a point near the fish, and what happened to be there but a stump, just high enough that Parker could get up onto it and get a better view of the fish. Without hesitation, the petite Sadira pup clambered up onto the stump, lamb still firmly gripped in her mouth, to get a birds-eye view of the fascinating fish that lurked beneath the water's surface. Fortunately for Parker, the sunlight was hitting the water just right that she could see the fish perfectly. And there they were, small brook trout swimming against the current. Their scaly bodies glistened in the sun so beautifully. It took her breathe away at how amazing they looked from this angle. Absentmindedly, Parker let her jaws loosen in a contented sigh. She loved nature, it was so fun to learn about.

Some soft ripples and the startled fish told her immediately that something was amiss, and the knowledge of precisely what hit the quiet pup like a ton of bricks. Her lamb!! She had let go! Shocked, her golden orbs searched the stream for any sign of her white, fluffy toy only to find that indeed her favorite toy, her near constant companion for these few months of her young life, was floating downstream with the swift current. Without thinking, Parker leapt down from the stump and dashed down the riverbank as swiftly as her spindly legs could carry her. When she was neck and neck with the lamb she dashed into the water, only to find that the moment she turned the lamb was already past her. She was too slow! What was she going to do?! In only a few short miles the stream would open up into Rabbit Lake. There was no way she could swim out into the deeper waters of the lack to save her lamb. And who was to say that her lamb would not sink to the bottom if it got soaked! What to do?! She needed help.

Mama! Mama was nearby! Without so much as a thought Parker turned and dashed back upstream, her petite body frantically pushing itself to the limit, knowing that each passing second sent her lamb further downstream. She had to find her mother, but she did not know where precisely in the area she was! How would she let her mom know if she needed help!? She could call, couldn't she? She didn't know. Was she ready? Her mind was sending mixed messages. However, this was no time for her lack of self-confidence in her proper speaking ability to come into play. Lifting her head skyward, Parker let out a short, frantic howl practically screaming for her mother's aid! As she got closer to the last place she had seen her mother, Parker let out another similar howl, this time with some words, the very first she had ever spoken to back it up. Mamma! Dove lei è!? Devo aiutare! Per favore! She had not consciously chosen to speak in Italian, it had just been the first to come out. Perhaps it was because her mother spoke it so often that her mind had just picked it instead of English at the moment. As her frantic cries echoed on the wind, all Parker could do was wait, twirling around in every direction hoping to catch a glimpse of her mother coming to her aid. She wasn't hurt...not physically, but she'd made a mistake and she couldn't fix it herself. If there had been an appointed time for Parker to start talking, fate sure had picked a strange one.

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